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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 L; x# u2 t: x: k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( K) c, J; F+ X) e) G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. v i" H8 w" ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) h) k, ^$ C6 }9 l* b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ O# x6 D9 Y8 G( b) y1 D3 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 W1 @8 v9 Z3 v" p" r. RHow you tried to set them free, 8 {. w# j1 |7 S7 n3 v7 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 K) a n# b3 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- N1 T/ X! ?( h4 l9 x1 p# }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ?" r" p& ~9 F. ~. b2 [8 l; t% ~) ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 d- j$ `/ Z" r1 `
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, 9 A) E; g! }7 v- `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 w, Z5 z a: B) L: k# j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ O6 o4 O: [; ^, v' n- lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) Y% n$ Z/ U' t" r" N- jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 q/ H9 N6 s: D- y+ ~9 }6 p
. ]" q ~9 x2 d# l9 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 b, ~1 s! w+ I+ K5 C5 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
A! w$ o1 A2 w. ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
r& R( M3 i+ Q% ]( F& Y* TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , A# Y5 S7 q# |& J( l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& \5 r, n+ k7 o1 Y3 R, uHow you suffered for you sanity,
, X7 ^# K8 v4 ]! L5 [. K5 G) qHow you tried to set them free, / D/ ? Y( z' q& `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; o7 G" t5 @" {4 G0 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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