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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ n Z$ {; b5 \; ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 k; Y! \- D! @4 p: v( d1 I0 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 T2 Q# K2 w' n3 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: J& u. y% b5 V5 Z* q# DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; e, k6 A7 m0 yHow you suffered for you sanity, , O; g- ]. p1 K- c. m. t2 l
How you tried to set them free, ! Z7 P" Q7 X" j. T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& |" T% S$ p% ?8 g3 B# M- MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ u6 w* @0 \* I# l1 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P# E. k- h* E, z: WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) K2 x, F1 x8 S4 u) _* R: q( o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 s0 m! O" D. ]/ l3 F; F+ t, F
+ A' q5 @! A5 `4 H. BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & e) b5 g7 S' ]7 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ {) e# W& P/ F2 {: P/ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! u, D( Y! P! M' \$ KBut I could have told you, Vincent, * }4 [5 a) f! \4 J5 `9 W4 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) R. i$ `7 R; A
, D' ~1 }0 m0 B: w# n0 Z* d% n; LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. t ^* n$ o( I" c" P8 R! `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( X8 l& K1 C3 P: M1 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ?! p1 p( l: k7 @; n# s/ U% `, HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # d! C2 Y8 F8 R+ u! S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# H3 a1 T+ b3 u7 v! T. L0 mHow you suffered for you sanity,/ H% K0 Q- K1 J: W
How you tried to set them free,
" q2 C8 X3 T& ~ i4 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: v& s: v% I/ T7 ?6 l% V1 \* Q' `& yPerhaps they never will. |
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