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D L& I: a- k$ G! V& b+ ~ h5 t$ l* ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Y1 Y1 |3 L: @1 b: u& @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 D+ J% J4 I- g# \1 H4 w3 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: i" s: H3 |5 Z. b. V2 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 Y" ~ e/ }% zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) X2 ?" H _6 T. NHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 m% e3 j$ N; Y3 o& E" oHow you tried to set them free, U# U' i* o$ ]: |: ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 G5 r$ ~4 e) L/ ]1 G* s4 f3 ~% P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 n* p$ V2 f8 N6 x* Y& R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / l" T: v! y# e: P$ W" q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 W: K1 z& f) o( ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & q" o6 u8 l1 }: B8 z! h$ Q9 q" X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 E" E U& J+ n6 h, o B% AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& U P' m; m5 J/ v5 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 P: V. O( w7 P/ m! d( a% YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 R% ?- g9 |) ]' hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + f7 A3 g1 R* _) m
8 C* D& @) y- N. }" kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. b0 c% g) C3 \& [; jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ j6 \2 r: S i5 w7 S. @3 ^' W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # z6 n: z% \. e( K# b
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,
, y; @7 L2 j+ W3 w1 iHow you suffered for you sanity,/ n2 G! r" U- U' A. A
How you tried to set them free,
5 U j6 a" m' }6 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' x" Z; H1 ^+ ^+ O& d& V* MPerhaps they never will. |
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