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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& p3 T+ e7 h: h- D6 A# tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # p% `( k# {- g& D' N0 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 K; Z$ k; y) f* S: N% c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 b8 [; C1 T! k- Q" \1 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# A7 E& c3 j9 G# b4 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
# Q+ `. Z9 N+ ^3 A7 C f7 sHow you tried to set them free, ) G& c2 y: {0 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) L9 e" a: Q* X3 w# fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 e6 Y( w- h- Q- A, l4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( I9 `1 U Q; U$ H' y7 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % f+ |0 d* n' r, ?9 M% h& G( j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & J" C* |) O4 J, `6 `0 p1 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , u. _. }4 Q, i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 d( A! ^* n# h, `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' R3 ?: G$ g& p- n A* mBut I could have told you, Vincent, , M# e, {0 _" W' D4 s- F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- v% `$ X) s; @# A X. a0 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . M( I$ P0 y Y$ A3 B5 K- P/ p$ b- T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: p' l, U1 j2 ~; Q, n2 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 b* G1 Q6 K, H" L+ ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' n# f* _- c; ?" [* d* f9 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 y$ b) G" o- z3 kHow you suffered for you sanity,2 ^* L& H' v5 E$ o: `5 G0 _
How you tried to set them free, ' t8 n- m) ]6 R* ?: _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 Q" E4 f+ E% A. y6 u2 t7 K3 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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