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! o3 F: q* {3 ]! o( pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 x) @; H+ f/ h$ s5 v+ zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) b2 O" | _/ k" p2 K. p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; s; ]& G+ g* T1 O+ w4 t* E3 m9 E% Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 @, f, U* ^) o' q8 L4 H8 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% r$ @1 a4 T' e. k7 L
How you suffered for you sanity, X: D6 @$ |" Q! D0 V9 K
How you tried to set them free, 2 W6 R2 i: J) |1 F: h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 P' p# J# p6 ]$ F2 U+ X2 j* \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * }5 n5 _) a% w5 s) S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 X& M3 y# u: g0 H7 w8 }0 a8 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 T1 z2 p1 o7 H, }/ w/ ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 A: y, H$ I/ S4 o/ M; u1 l$ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 P3 m0 p3 `6 _* b5 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( f7 n/ d9 B4 N6 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( `# @7 m1 A% oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e& R% H k+ d1 e- C/ B6 ]$ J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 J1 B3 V! p# ?0 c6 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; V; R8 ^- R" g! p. v( ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; \- V* e! f( tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 @4 ~ ~# `( k+ l/ [
' |8 X7 {/ d" n1 I! ]' RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # d7 _% R! J6 R/ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,3 _. [5 \) s+ U- d
How you tried to set them free, 2 j: o3 R/ M8 y5 W1 ~7 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 f0 G( E4 a* Q4 w' ePerhaps they never will. |
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