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, W& G/ }& Y" ]8 V& M) nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% u) ~! O; ]9 p' ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : R) G# _" v" \+ p$ z+ g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, B, L3 B d* }1 q8 _% b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 {* W) p6 }2 t# p+ ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# X7 ^8 C: Y- W% O/ d ^How you suffered for you sanity,
$ |5 O( I0 X5 I. q# W3 `How you tried to set them free, & s9 k' P: y3 k9 W4 k% V# N' S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% A: z [- h2 q! bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) Q/ e( h9 M0 d2 M' @# r) e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- \! j3 l# @7 G4 P/ P9 b5 J' _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 T( }, K$ V) E# C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * K' Y v0 h+ e
8 a8 G" Z5 H' B6 a# W5 O9 ~$ jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 r* @/ S U+ O- ]! n: C& q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& q8 A5 K4 E, S# n9 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. G( `! b) I9 E/ v2 w" r5 I" n1 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
! a, e) h% T! T% d+ yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * }+ J( V& W% X9 M9 Q) N0 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 q( o1 Z9 s/ j D. e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 V5 Q! \0 ^: N% JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 g9 m; h& b8 ?! c% h
How you suffered for you sanity," J0 K3 F- ~$ c+ E; V; A1 s" u
How you tried to set them free,
0 g' k: @9 A2 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! {' c% o) P& dPerhaps they never will. |
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