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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 o: S L/ `& i$ q4 q4 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 `& i. u1 g# m/ W/ k. l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# O# ^$ b5 i4 h$ _) |3 U, a8 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% j9 R# b) b, p [8 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; W. W% X7 o4 T' L" z! xHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ w! h- L+ p, V$ W: Y9 L3 LHow you tried to set them free, ' e9 r; r# V {2 X# O$ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - D3 Z* o" T& l9 U4 y& J$ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & G, }9 g1 `- e$ ]7 e; X7 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# A2 N4 e) A" A! _" PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 T" O9 n/ s$ O' ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' Z+ ~2 s# n! rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 ]8 I7 i1 I# i4 y& Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , t2 `% ~# l& a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, e4 D% V- _" |2 e2 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, , c- C# `$ N) G& U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + q6 ?6 z; z2 s% r+ q( T6 Z
% |, f; T7 o3 v" fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - u2 Q& U7 x( G, X4 n- _- l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# t C3 N7 n! s3 d3 {6 U. WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # S5 k9 `1 |/ i; ^8 K$ E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ @, B b0 {+ ~; ]7 P4 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 |6 p; X# g4 t5 s0 GHow you suffered for you sanity,/ _9 ^( R, X1 d6 S4 ?3 |
How you tried to set them free,
, v" B3 C0 S4 v( s5 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ^: w+ m; I) EPerhaps they never will. |
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