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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + C; W- e; G# Y+ A" w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 {! m2 J. b: w8 D* Y1 ~7 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' t- l3 s/ ?6 W, C, W7 V; Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% l7 G) Y8 R' `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ M+ b% c( O7 E2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y3 C5 |/ G5 BHow you tried to set them free,
3 j. W, d* z K4 ~! k, S9 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. J1 {/ b; \# q W3 a* w7 ]' N: y: k* F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' a- o$ q5 I' [0 Y' C' w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , g2 R" |% B$ I) M) o, w: s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Y1 s# J9 ~- _ a. H! UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 `' x/ P# h9 r7 N6 F% u/ `
, y6 ^8 \5 a! U- k9 n+ AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * _: O1 D% s- e4 u) \, J" M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 }) V, h1 I/ {3 j8 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 [0 y5 r: O% d* q: s" ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 k0 j2 I+ l. T) _0 |' iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + x$ V2 H7 W {3 z3 ^. t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 P7 n4 |+ M6 [1 e* @! W% l' D$ g2 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' w) l; I7 _! o* A% _1 M" GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& R: t7 R% j; H' |- ] [7 e2 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 a* z' z& Q/ v
) y B$ U6 k; ^* }: r' z4 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 n8 P& I7 h, q; j# `4 e1 U: C4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
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8 b4 H7 Q' i5 h0 ^0 @, T! dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 r' A" c5 n7 D8 q2 m8 A# gPerhaps they never will. |
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