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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) B* F5 G# ~% v$ Z, m2 N3 i" W3 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( B2 d; ~, w; D: e6 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 P- N5 W) C2 n# b- n4 {6 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 |' l5 O# x! a: P: n# Y; r8 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! I& \& W' Z- z, Y' r6 m! D
How you suffered for you sanity,
* I, y0 S& R! W9 Z; }7 Q; p, \5 mHow you tried to set them free,
( _& ~* M2 L5 Q6 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 i1 P- X' J X* k8 K4 ]- l6 J7 v1 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- A' B1 [0 k! k! ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ]/ N7 F; O1 `% ]( x- rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / |: K \5 r( a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 o4 n; x. N& d5 g P+ P. m: cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 ]: r2 O. J% `$ a( ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 a! k. J& z1 f2 W4 H6 n- ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % d& }3 G: U: L; t/ S/ W& }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 [/ ~) X2 Z- x" I1 h f c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 L1 m/ N u3 I$ T8 q1 w" m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 q. s% P: h+ e! I+ x+ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; w& A& n2 L; i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , H4 X1 E6 ]2 A" x. U; N7 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 j! O6 a R9 a% ?8 h! ]
9 D: d: ]+ M* ?3 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, U2 ?# h* H# a/ [# {/ G2 j9 d
How you suffered for you sanity,+ R, a2 Q( Y5 @9 V: Z! C
How you tried to set them free, 1 K. p# w: I1 l ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 I; X$ g- {( i3 ~ P/ w0 j$ ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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