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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, S+ u& e+ Z, ^7 s/ Y: p- T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ {1 K# y8 u. ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 J- I/ _4 L/ ~/ [) f+ ], c+ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, g2 r" H# `3 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' A% y2 @5 b' A$ Y! cHow you suffered for you sanity,
~0 }5 ^6 ^+ K1 t# M3 DHow you tried to set them free,
* V8 Q, _/ P( R8 r& A0 K# ]& uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( F% e( I1 O O1 p/ ] fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
h: }& M1 Q) t9 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - x: ?& |2 {' c5 S+ A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; p4 ^4 {2 }- ~$ P0 E, y* cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' a! o% |( u8 b$ ` s. K6 n# MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; I9 i e& g8 Z, e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( o/ \$ W7 A% |5 E, l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Z0 G4 M/ B6 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* M2 f6 S6 W8 C8 W6 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 E2 ?+ Z6 X& f" X# g, Y: ?6 ]# M& \
$ g! Q2 P. q( l nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- E% N Y5 D5 Z$ f' UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' F3 I, w* M' a7 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, g9 t- `0 H' H0 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 W: P% u' J C+ v# y4 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ V/ j8 k" x( m$ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
( B- P+ c8 X: e5 T0 QHow you tried to set them free,
( |/ M/ ^& @, S) T3 z7 I, yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, j% z8 f7 ^' x3 J+ y5 ?% }% \3 mPerhaps they never will. |
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