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2 X$ m! \( b1 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 C2 m( |* Y7 V8 H, zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ]. E1 T3 Q T: F; T3 C; B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# g/ w. _7 @4 J3 N% c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ N1 [8 Q) r. |; A& _2 w3 d% ?0 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Z9 X) d# g9 F$ mHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 T3 Z8 M2 Y& W% E) j$ RHow you tried to set them free,
/ v+ f" l9 M6 Y7 D) D- k0 n2 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( p6 b) o/ V% }5 ?+ f7 m ]" j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " v* ^6 }6 e% D+ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ {; O. T g# g( L0 Q4 P2 y$ |4 Y4 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ F ?$ A: V$ {: n9 _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, 5 b0 m. S0 N1 i9 g5 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& r$ ]3 q5 [- x6 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 L7 A6 a- g$ s5 [# Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ M: l4 h. G3 T: ~7 L4 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 C: y8 ^ t, B& F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ^7 O; {0 m/ _( S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Y) G, _, y: Q$ p* M& ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 F' z) r; k4 ~) w2 m9 x! z% Y( DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 \' ^7 W6 C) }8 T
! J+ p( ?/ F5 p: t* W8 w& Z( xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, k: N" c: h' THow you suffered for you sanity,7 b2 I6 c8 a1 g" p( _ Y8 g- W
How you tried to set them free, + o& H2 b2 t8 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 T- C5 e& }% H% {
Perhaps they never will. |
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