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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : t3 I& H# F4 \! r& ~0 u1 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + t' O% @5 l v5 \. W/ X) r* D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# c7 }! D- C! u2 \) Z) T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) x% i: O# f. H% \0 j, @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# s w: e+ q& X3 p. b9 W1 o) M
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 E$ ~7 r K1 k ^& d3 U) \- ^ |How you tried to set them free, & a+ ~! k! n; G. r; U9 |) G6 V; k) [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- r: X1 n0 C9 B- Z+ o3 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # A+ j9 @ d8 d% V1 V! v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* q* r& g- C0 w0 L% Q2 j2 i( _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) {, ?: t H; V4 ]# K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - V" x/ k: i- ]. t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , e6 C7 l4 A8 r' |1 ?1 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - N1 a4 v" M( o) F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) G. }$ _4 V# g+ A; _: C2 [) K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ d" Z2 \" I( _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ]: g8 s9 V( d$ n5 t9 ~. @4 q
" o8 Y/ Y. y; ? w% z: vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ^3 {# Q7 E$ W# l0 N& wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 h1 N9 V+ z& x, C; E: b2 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ i& P% |' }5 Q& s6 U4 }. L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. v0 E( t% P7 v/ _* |: P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ^4 w4 u; E" T9 y( yHow you suffered for you sanity,2 s% j1 o! D( {% K& [ f
How you tried to set them free,
! p- q" }; ~* ~5 ~2 t1 \4 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& I' S: o! V G/ c4 @& n' gPerhaps they never will. |
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