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( e* D5 G8 A+ e& J3 @- F0 V" sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! l* t+ G" m5 `; ~' C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 J$ i. t8 S y! A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% V/ }' u# P7 j5 L; U! l* [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 K0 j) @; ?/ T# y: l: f( X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 J! r- @9 n6 G# JHow you suffered for you sanity, / C) n6 T3 _ }& K3 ?
How you tried to set them free, ; t! W# c2 \" x3 c3 n4 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ q' E, l0 O" Q! kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 x o( Z4 m3 _) [. F5 n, c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 o! m, N3 r% f5 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' T- n% X7 }% h9 S+ T9 `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, 7 ]" {% t6 J: N( M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% l, ^1 Z5 x; Y+ N S; F! m8 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / y- k5 h* B# @7 E8 ]! |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 _" a. S8 _ p4 z( Q2 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* G: f9 B; E8 {# ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , a& @3 E# j' m9 P W }- W/ C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / S0 Y& y1 R7 H4 o3 ^' q9 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: j, J. p2 A" [+ a3 ]) A- BThe 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,
; \6 x, y5 e/ c% N. W6 E3 p7 ~How you suffered for you sanity,: X7 i' M6 _) H# d& e _8 N9 ^
How you tried to set them free, + V0 X7 q, G- L) J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% o& t5 V" s5 d" s" D4 Q/ H3 EPerhaps they never will. |
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