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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 j3 M; H: B' X; G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 }$ ]! j$ \; T# m$ m2 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" s) ?( y6 d4 T9 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 @* j+ B$ n& Q* ?# G6 V4 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: K5 |/ S- i) H4 S/ UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ r( D `, z4 l# H1 WHow you tried to set them free,
% t, ^0 g- x4 D, {) I, _3 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 W7 G& a" D& x. f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - _. E7 a# j/ m3 u6 Q0 r- z9 D7 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ k3 i- }! b( i3 N% ?5 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ~! @$ B' `4 @7 y4 f/ s, `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ?! ~% |6 h* }' P% I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ H" u, G$ F! L% p8 }( p5 o* ~0 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% {4 M/ L/ w$ m" Y/ Q- P6 E8 _! qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 P0 [5 y) l( [( W2 |4 V" DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 S- L7 U0 C/ A9 s9 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, K" M6 ]' M1 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) x4 H2 u& P0 Y+ O- EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , B' f! M3 z4 H* K0 j0 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ {2 D1 g { N) FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" f# K$ F# e5 N( h6 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( g v) M9 ]! X
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 a6 S1 L9 A7 }8 WHow you tried to set them free,
6 ~: v/ z$ j3 G% U& pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 D {; b& L! S( N/ g
Perhaps they never will. |
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