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( z% u$ u) H7 P# o- p t. hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ v4 y+ t5 R) y0 \, t* ^ Q4 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) T; I( s+ S% r7 C! \2 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," R/ {; d) H0 t8 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' h0 f; W: K" U8 C; ?4 C: dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ g5 y+ F4 D0 e1 a# E' |
How you suffered for you sanity,
: Q$ q, v2 q' @How you tried to set them free, 7 \0 p9 d! }& G" n9 ~0 ~* ?8 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- L$ x' }# q' b d4 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / j5 o3 Z, P6 J5 {/ S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / O: A* ] S- Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , Q6 h, g3 O; B& H8 g- ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 S5 m5 w. Q5 l; n' z
( j: X, q6 [$ I4 L/ G6 l* RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 h [& i( w N1 B# O7 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: I5 E1 g6 \% X! S4 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ?; W% T- ]5 N5 Z2 f: u) V( m
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; @* o, x# r5 L" Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! @ G, `9 q" q1 T: I& _! s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O" o( d8 `1 m0 R% A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 G& s/ m, u: i5 s/ I, dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 L4 b# M# \2 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 r( h7 H; s" b0 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & w0 s$ _. O; T- b2 @, ^' @
How you suffered for you sanity,
' g: w b- v' ~4 I' x& F, uHow you tried to set them free,
/ o. c6 h6 y$ eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 N8 M9 C2 Z# H8 g9 ^9 N% D7 {* XPerhaps they never will. |
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