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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 \4 s8 D3 R' C/ w1 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 B/ |* R# @: p% R0 f- m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- r) Q, J* c* Q+ e. \* c rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 b/ r1 U' A- |) W; b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, s* i K! O( v, D4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
& t$ j/ g. h. H/ OHow you tried to set them free, . T0 U3 h* I3 e% @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( K9 y5 ~- |8 D3 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # g: \# c3 j4 P, K* u. T5 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 x. l/ G0 E7 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 N4 { m: B" ?9 C) g! k6 X% W3 w+ ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 k8 D0 l8 ^0 s* o& \, r. P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* J; i" V# [ tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 G& z. I b# V6 p9 a1 R& j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ^' q+ i+ g# m/ \1 }2 @! P) xBut I could have told you, Vincent, , d! ~. a- s) K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 B& i5 j n7 [. ?# p7 ^+ n
! O8 N- k4 R1 W( @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; k) c: m$ C, j2 v' n) C5 ?% H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + v( e# ?+ D2 V7 {3 z6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; P4 ?" d9 ]7 B0 N' V! d0 IThe 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,
; l: o7 J3 V5 t z* [( d2 F8 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ \ s8 g! c6 H; d' A) B8 T$ uHow you tried to set them free, 0 b( g% ~+ F6 Y& t v+ Y/ p
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 [ b8 K7 T2 h+ {
Perhaps they never will. |
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