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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 r) q. Z) T) B* c( L4 C8 V& QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 q- \- C6 q e0 ^& z* T* jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Q) q- n: Y; F3 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ~' B/ C2 p. M: X2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ \ M) U! r+ S3 _8 S- G" P0 v! ?+ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 i/ g5 y8 {, L3 fHow you tried to set them free, 6 P" p @5 _" v& {4 m2 v4 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, p* `/ M+ Y N( M9 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ]* h: A# R, jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; X1 v! v+ A6 ?1 o1 T5 X$ p* n9 O2 x ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - n9 O3 d. s3 l' A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 L- E- J) S) b( y; C7 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 B% I: Q5 c; b$ C3 h3 z. u3 E7 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 d+ N9 a$ G9 m, ]0 C" h7 i' L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. z- d/ _) G: B3 O: C8 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, , X3 F* F* i( t8 }- @8 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : c- s" B* [5 }( n O& u' L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 G$ Y# G0 d& J2 [; X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! p% ?; {3 P" Z( b" X( @8 T8 N a% ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- Y% a* m; A. v4 o& y& gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ]8 x5 Q7 r5 w" ` T
* S) g/ k2 Y1 n7 J: h) Q4 `! CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 N) \5 S# p7 nHow you suffered for you sanity,9 u2 d" G: i/ O* }% e; Z
How you tried to set them free,
8 R/ ]$ Z C2 K3 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
D3 }' r5 g( q" e5 }Perhaps they never will. |
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