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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 b7 X& {4 s5 e: u) |1 L" v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 c# u z9 F& X/ {) x( J" xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Q" \# x$ X$ v8 U7 K2 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ E' E+ i+ }- cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ J6 D9 o- R! H7 {6 j9 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
% V; p. Y/ y3 x5 b5 { B- yHow you tried to set them free, 6 X/ Q; s' L3 H! H, W- {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - H3 h5 u4 {" U+ s. ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / d& }; R* q& U; i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 X9 I: N, g# L; w) c& NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: e, G, K) {: d8 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & {* r5 H" z# F* F8 D- B; Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 V' F3 s% c, S/ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# G/ M! U1 L& B# N) S2 u: Z8 E3 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ S2 T) v3 n0 `* Z I1 W$ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * J" m6 T5 b+ G- ^- b/ V! Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - k! |! |; P3 @) T0 X# o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& t; y' p# s6 F; I! DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) J" P" H2 r$ n: y M% @The 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,
9 o. l0 H0 ?5 W: ^* FHow you suffered for you sanity,, f& P- k& p& @+ K
How you tried to set them free, ; I8 j9 x7 P2 l0 d5 f2 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m1 Z8 V- F2 I7 U: K5 E2 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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