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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " A7 ]. H4 K4 x4 e4 M+ {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & H& g2 U: h3 z: J, r* U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," m1 N; _! |- h5 I6 a& N" N" K0 |- {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ X& [7 c9 t: v, V5 g1 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; V9 _) [9 t7 U$ t4 ^How you suffered for you sanity, 6 w3 C# i2 v& d& Z" K
How you tried to set them free,
/ ]* M5 U7 ~/ j3 G4 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" m! A6 K3 H) m/ ], a) e9 _. _5 K7 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& E+ {+ v4 p7 w& S1 m; N2 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( f/ R" Q, T$ h2 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 _3 O- T/ P. l/ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 p% C9 J& w; i4 \# uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" I4 `! l5 s) g: S$ ]( oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( d% e7 }, ~ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ]" K, P e& s0 o0 B5 H" D0 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ L" \' G% d E% w7 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % |6 w) a0 k2 J- x; m! S
, Z: n- Q- O5 f% Y. lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 k E. t8 g9 V7 d) F. wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ^* @0 ~) v9 q0 U2 t) O$ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- T2 v1 m) k+ |* J3 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 t" `; @& Y6 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% D2 I" f6 D( S$ @How you suffered for you sanity,! Y) k% a& p3 C z! E4 @' K( y0 |
How you tried to set them free,
- R7 I* q+ s4 g3 r: v2 g! XThey would not listen they're not listening still, # j0 w1 _9 @9 T4 }0 x- l4 Z# W
Perhaps they never will. |
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