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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! g- H# b1 R; M3 T8 v2 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C( i6 C: A7 ~# k$ B0 P# V' W. n, P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( A0 B! G: x4 L( m ?) m4 |7 O; J. J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 u, p: ~$ N# I$ X A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 o7 t3 }2 ~9 ^7 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 `7 b" J3 C; l# [, }0 kHow you tried to set them free, 9 B; M# o& K& M/ |7 u* M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , V7 H# y r: t7 k$ o, J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # n. ~+ N" q! c* v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % g( }# r$ c- p Q ]0 _( i2 l) z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * H; H' U! G. E, v& N( h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / X7 P( H8 C4 ~ Z, T
# l/ E7 E7 i- K# D; h3 W- `5 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) K) O* W6 _! w, r0 X3 `4 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : s8 m0 J0 f- u4 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ^# `5 c% |" {! J8 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 i; T% N6 P, J' `6 T P/ h3 N) p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) J/ x$ C3 _. D a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & y: p- Z8 _. v) y% I/ S, C5 x0 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; `0 |0 E) D4 h. z/ @% s1 t0 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & D7 `2 T; d- x5 l/ X! x
4 r& l# I0 M4 V$ c; [; |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * d: Y7 Y4 P: x8 X% Z F
How you suffered for you sanity,
% H* J) R/ ^: t$ m0 DHow you tried to set them free,
' E" M3 N6 c9 {" d5 d, qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) Y: A! p. L% l5 U/ f# p% GPerhaps they never will. |
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