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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 o/ q( B r5 [/ j* X% ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 W p1 B9 g ]( v0 u% r2 G$ ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, t' C! a$ l" J2 b1 p- I, P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Q/ J& i/ F& e/ y- Y# i3 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 g+ }5 c* V2 mHow you suffered for you sanity, ; q6 n7 s: w7 k7 e9 n# k
How you tried to set them free,
P, i( S4 x/ u! c9 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
C* Z" v& y X* e5 Y% U4 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . O$ m! _! H% Y7 q2 f2 O/ ]9 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ^$ J* |: d$ ~5 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 P9 }* O/ K0 b3 j' i+ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 u9 d$ c7 z4 L, ^7 O2 n' @0 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : b* q, ~- ~ N' y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / _: A4 K' m3 s) s5 F1 L4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 v* d& G/ t! Y4 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" b/ U" y5 a0 O8 H8 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + z8 H7 }* O: c8 j" r
& r; m$ w( v8 }5 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ d* R( ^ X+ T/ v3 i, I; n, K7 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# A, l# v- s7 J; ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 e- A4 q9 I7 }: A) t" A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) g6 s+ w, n$ n w, T; n+ c! m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 x4 b! M! g' C- o( h
How you suffered for you sanity,
. a& w& J0 P$ KHow you tried to set them free, 1 w% k; E; {5 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, : E, @* C, s% K, Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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