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0 l5 G2 R: }8 f' pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 Q# I; N5 J% @* a: x0 g) \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; o. L, w! J3 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G2 ^& u! Q+ i% E4 n L- NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 J' }5 a6 D8 S1 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# F: A) v; W1 M M( x2 e3 |How you suffered for you sanity,
# s! [/ @/ }0 j4 f$ O: h6 A# _0 L# {How you tried to set them free,
8 A, |( o' l* N6 u9 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% W: r2 g. K1 C& O+ T6 ~, {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ j+ K+ g% N! u) C* A! I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ o* J' X. c9 {1 p: \8 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 f K$ |/ D8 o7 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 ^7 N- }" E+ E# Q, J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% u0 \9 w! ~% X( y7 j: v& PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 l& Z! k& p, {- d, [: b% ]6 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 g$ s; |5 U2 W. Q- B; B% j2 {+ `" GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 K7 r0 Q7 R; J2 a A/ o# YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + F: D- T! l! G! C7 F* ]5 l& e" j
: C ^. |8 j# mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : I2 Y4 J& \( o( f' I5 f7 N5 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! a1 A' I; M! l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + j% C" C6 S* d
The 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, * G L+ t7 y: X/ s8 j; x
How you suffered for you sanity,5 ^/ N) i+ r8 d; S6 G
How you tried to set them free, $ v7 o; d9 T$ r" g! J" ?% s6 Y+ k
They would not listen they're not listening still, . J) D/ E \& v5 y7 f7 x% g/ C
Perhaps they never will. |
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