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; J+ B/ R% C" M5 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( \2 n. J- _) c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- |" _* k, e" |% @0 _$ v& J4 V( nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {0 m/ u6 r2 [0 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' r5 m3 D, q$ I* j' ?- yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 _4 V# U3 I( b- e% M$ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
( G2 Z" ^- k: AHow you tried to set them free,
, I: B4 ^ H* s5 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 c- R8 P! k! N1 U- Y6 C5 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ]- I+ ?9 D" Q: Y$ X& tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 D! G, d/ @% e7 T$ l% _! N: IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Z; s3 w: w- ?1 q* }, A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - I% N- p5 {7 u0 I5 h. P
4 p4 X7 I" g K- lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 a/ u) M8 r1 e v! Q, _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ^) e) l) Y& s0 `2 S g; b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 U4 p& `. o6 k" \, zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ?% _1 z3 u5 U" Z8 T1 V( m6 |" ]* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + C& m# o2 r! J* ?! V' S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) S4 ^! M& q; a/ y) P9 \8 S: ^3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : w' K L% q- e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 _3 o6 ^ T' f8 Q3 i; y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: a- c# i$ k" Q; B/ k) F5 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* l& G8 f5 w) V, PHow you suffered for you sanity,
- N9 H P, ]2 J" m* U/ n' V: _How you tried to set them free, 7 y) z7 U6 ]; y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 U# ]6 g( O, @( |( y3 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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