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1 |% Y! a7 }2 n+ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ]: K7 P3 Q# w( K( N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 K' ?& q1 a* m+ P4 @5 h, n9 i* u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 \- S, t2 P' j M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# o' t; V# l& hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ]8 s& ?! a) ]# o9 B# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
& [+ W" Y2 z9 T6 r {0 FHow you tried to set them free, 3 S4 |# B% Z6 t& ]9 F4 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( m: n* D' K' ]& e" n9 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% t; f' W2 G9 K& P' ?' d. cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 [# b$ z7 K2 m6 @, zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 ~6 J2 r+ J3 ?4 l& [: S$ r0 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 h- D# L4 f' q6 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! M+ o7 @$ K, R! h4 u' hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! _' }# v3 T3 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ i, ]$ B' {% s9 Y ?+ _' d
But I could have told you, Vincent, + c! W) ^8 ]' V5 K, P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 U. ^* j! f7 ?$ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . l2 _, }2 j) F5 K; w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 `9 ]: F' w2 t* s; B( JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! h0 `: g9 N7 l7 @! p0 {0 M2 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - N4 A' a6 x/ w0 d6 f8 _# g
3 n8 {+ b3 r+ F+ L6 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 E. A/ C) v2 H9 }
How you suffered for you sanity,; y8 u1 i( L) n$ t" ^" J; J: b
How you tried to set them free,
4 o1 h3 M% N/ I6 h& P- t3 H. {They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Y7 p8 J( H2 D' ~2 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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