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+ c* ]* z) U& G8 ]0 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* v1 J( j6 C* W$ x6 E1 x, iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ j' h ]. r7 f* S% q) dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* G: V, p/ Q2 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* H2 P& T/ y& R, L9 R+ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- i; |, t/ c! m$ i/ [$ O" u
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 f/ m* P* _; g% \How you tried to set them free, " T+ e' n2 q4 U7 L7 e8 s7 V0 g; j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Y: W P! I" R6 q7 w" l! q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + w, D6 L9 U% N" [' ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* O3 U# [0 x4 Q! i0 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. r1 |. v9 O5 H5 `* EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , O/ ~7 ^# B0 } u) _
3 n3 m! M# n) M- U- r1 ?& }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : w0 ~& ~8 V! q0 u+ D2 j. Z! S6 G( g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 O/ P2 {7 S( W2 J, X- PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h2 W0 D; Q% G1 B8 P: `- ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
) x7 g# ]3 a& h6 k: \6 O+ g) q' zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% H& {- f) I* ]* KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . a( h+ t& X4 i4 R9 w* t. W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 n6 J( O) i( h. x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 w- L+ G f# O: w7 s( f+ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + B2 I- D8 N' u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. |0 t6 r- P5 N2 N2 \5 j8 } RHow you suffered for you sanity,1 p4 a/ l3 ? {
How you tried to set them free, [* f$ F/ e& Z* @: U$ I1 R k
They would not listen they're not listening still, & U/ Z& H$ ~9 E3 L- F
Perhaps they never will. |
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