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& K) d' F% s' PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 X3 l' a' \8 B4 ~; I. q; GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 _) |) S' ?% i& hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! F+ \- w+ Q: z" B' Z- wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, A1 ?/ E4 J9 t) Q' {1 b9 J$ b% bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" {) P% O& ?1 W" \5 U, jHow you suffered for you sanity,
" E1 X& W2 Q. o- N8 dHow you tried to set them free,
" E4 _, ?& u2 o# Z0 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! L- n+ S8 Z: L5 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 L/ x, I' X9 @8 J* o; x9 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 V; }* ` }% d' M6 n7 k' I; [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: Z+ D2 J3 L2 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 F, Z _+ c2 J4 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / E0 V/ n2 B3 {8 H$ F4 a" ~6 I8 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# C6 q. o1 N$ X0 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ~- t, ?* d- |; ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 D, V! e* p9 ?( rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & V2 Y1 D9 N h" H: C8 ^
; W0 Y+ B5 [. U6 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * I9 ^' n; Z! s" Y8 c& G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# u& g+ e, M% O* kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / o9 a1 B& O. p4 l+ j% p/ I# w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 |0 z$ M6 v+ I' B8 C: h$ x5 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 E, B! n! ^$ w0 J6 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 a7 d5 _. n7 M. oHow you tried to set them free, 4 A2 R. ]; l z/ R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ G& c0 H7 c" i/ P) vPerhaps they never will. |
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