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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 r- ]" k7 h2 G# H9 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 u6 F" R7 {( G$ c: H+ {2 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" X* [+ [1 ]- e ~; k; jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : a" v* B& c; _3 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* C7 f9 \ X I2 s% o- z0 a+ QHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 B: C( {* C) I" u/ x' x- x$ C
How you tried to set them free,
4 e& ] b- ^5 z9 `7 r0 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" P2 M0 A/ M$ VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
h: U3 Z) f) q4 E( s* e USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( N W2 a' I' {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 j. \1 K! c; e8 |! q! MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. Z7 N H+ e7 [& i/ ~( xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 W4 F3 P: g: u1 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ l9 k* b; k/ R& Z0 R7 D$ L6 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 V; f, h6 `2 H2 O% Y+ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, : L2 E% a8 v ]! |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: y) G" f+ ]8 z, B* ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / }: ~: N, H u: y/ i3 i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # a- L8 r- q& m/ h( e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Q7 t" K# T+ O; d- X% j" W# t UThe 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,
' `) v' X' J, }How you suffered for you sanity,
`) Y: `+ x8 w! N6 f1 C1 I' T# OHow you tried to set them free, $ R7 I* S0 }! k# A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 e- K- q$ E! e" F8 k6 s, B
Perhaps they never will. |
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