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1 h# J' S7 c+ K4 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, G% Z% U% a7 K, e; i/ V X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " Z+ Z) F* A0 ~0 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 ^$ ~; \& k; LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % L$ g0 P C7 Z5 H* t! O- U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, V& n# G6 o. n
How you suffered for you sanity, * w8 s& y V L3 c- m9 S
How you tried to set them free, , X/ x7 G# U" ]3 _' ^9 V5 I/ X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 h" _+ b$ B2 W* r2 n- {4 c* }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 d, k# _/ a& x# m6 n! l4 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & K$ T, u" N: x c, M4 Z7 H0 W! m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% X0 Z; M) m3 W6 t% C$ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 c3 E& q2 {2 j& V$ a8 J) w8 r- P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ~/ t+ X; ~1 v/ IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Q, ]: q) U% hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 C8 a1 h+ H9 A$ }: n, `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Y" o8 X: [4 o1 L( \* v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! D4 B7 Y. R( f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 _/ Z0 g7 g/ p! j/ x0 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / i; g, I: K# V& i. j4 G( Q7 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( x- z+ \, n1 V3 J3 F" t9 D
, f2 e( T' \$ H0 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % @2 \9 f! Z% z- x
How you suffered for you sanity,+ {$ {9 [# I0 p7 U( M/ \, `2 X( k6 w
How you tried to set them free, # [) I* C: {, P3 b! V8 Y/ P' K# h8 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 C" I6 k: p: d7 f2 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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