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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. f. l0 \5 v5 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 D7 G7 Y) r O( w/ x+ q8 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. W6 t7 C$ y: _+ s; rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; J3 k& _( {) r- R8 J/ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 o- h: j# E* _/ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
# A% N2 T. N6 F2 B' Y6 B+ o2 w9 PHow you tried to set them free, & i/ Q- D; j6 c" S6 k I- _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. q( m$ ~9 e# i3 v3 g9 ?! w( L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
e8 Y' M; e. r! nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 I" q; f3 q" u4 ]# V) _7 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, J: x7 o3 P9 \# t0 _4 H! b1 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ Y' n. J) a S5 W. u, u) ?! n" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" B( S) K5 ]" w: l$ w5 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" j/ b, m- V+ v8 t2 H4 _3 u+ EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
v/ m8 _- k& o6 `* I& R" @# V6 u9 }But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 C0 H @# @ T: |* }$ @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% C! t$ \# w# IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ?0 d; U( g0 Z' s2 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) v0 {- W+ w4 T M( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . O$ m( L# t. h5 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Q f, H/ C _7 o8 a! F' y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" y1 b( x0 U2 a# K9 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 W4 V1 F1 T" ~* J/ a5 fHow you tried to set them free,
- T# X9 K, j" n; c9 W$ ~+ @They would not listen they're not listening still,
! X" ]3 @5 U) t' d9 Q5 mPerhaps they never will. |
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