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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & C5 B) c- V* Q; k; t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# z+ i6 R8 P$ e0 W% AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 I. n3 G4 L% w3 q; n/ F% a9 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ?8 x3 B6 R# J! S9 z, ?% L+ mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% L3 m" P: [! |' KHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ K9 n8 [2 p1 w1 ?How you tried to set them free, ) G. i( c, c( }* D( K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ^# ~( ?$ h+ V' E7 v8 A0 [- P6 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 W1 V* T F& z6 h, r# d! j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- L* K1 y# V' X- LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 E5 |/ U, T& m) X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 f: C: N2 I7 v, GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: _. B8 B/ @/ }$ j% YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 S0 i( h. l3 R9 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, a; C7 W- G5 S$ c: ^ T" [But I could have told you, Vincent,
, e; a2 M- X% B% f2 a& WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: h8 a2 t! Y+ j* z! F! Z8 a$ D/ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , u& Y# N7 Z7 N7 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 m; L- M! l% Z$ Q3 x9 h) gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 {: u& E8 e& S0 k( R/ _' YThe 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,
0 @+ {4 R* i& f9 l6 ^4 `$ IHow you suffered for you sanity,
: o) ?; j2 b) w1 YHow you tried to set them free,
; {, ?- L2 A d& b3 ^7 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 {6 S6 g3 e3 C; `, MPerhaps they never will. |
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