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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% t* v+ u* d2 |3 a3 W0 s" dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% \9 r5 D3 y4 ~9 V9 x: A# d4 t3 ~! pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, g/ g; x% t# |# W! Y# e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# k% ~" \$ g1 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me," f( w& E& M) w! T7 o! E+ w2 r
How you suffered for you sanity, , t/ e- i$ A0 S. M2 w! p
How you tried to set them free,
( x$ m0 T1 z& o. xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. m0 E1 w4 C! j7 P. OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / c1 B3 o# L& Y5 f9 [) Y- S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" F# E2 I) I/ O& J3 ]$ G5 X' TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % r4 `/ }; m+ n- u+ G6 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 u# A1 t: u$ Q5 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : |4 Q& q2 V1 d+ n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 C! u# ~/ Z6 X/ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 V* Y, w0 u/ X$ n6 J# A8 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- x R; o9 R/ A' Z" B5 z* CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 p) \2 R( @7 Z& S! t! C* _' wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 @% J8 F& M! J+ p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 x7 e8 \" C7 x6 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( i M+ W6 ]& X; }( k ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 |, j* X; _+ ^% j: J3 f+ |2 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 @. g% L+ o) y% o. wHow you suffered for you sanity, C) f- p) A1 ^2 [
How you tried to set them free, , W" n( i9 m4 B1 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# I$ I9 U# @, Z: v! C( p' P* ]Perhaps they never will. |
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