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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 q3 Q" g6 L- F# H# _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & I) m+ `0 P6 s( l5 u) j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 e, s X0 r/ f4 O+ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & H" Y% z9 ^% V0 V: \; [+ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Q! ^9 X6 ?3 s6 i b5 g: t. j
How you suffered for you sanity,
) k7 B8 ?* }# e1 }) N& A- i1 u4 @: ^How you tried to set them free,
$ H8 g6 \; a% b. NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ R/ S$ c; ~3 x. W" ~ ?6 m" ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % X3 V+ y) W2 l9 H. e$ b( ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' L" e- {) [8 U, q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p! o0 b1 }5 I- m( O2 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , O) q. y' U( s: j; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 M$ q: H% ^7 r1 Z/ ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; \- q' a0 B' v. j G6 o, SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 F: W9 T: O% `6 q7 H2 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 v, w# W5 {. G2 N# M+ c; C9 L" hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 p/ f7 j4 M; @0 J) iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ g" r; B/ V0 x/ `
The 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, 7 _7 B' J) `( B9 G' R
How you suffered for you sanity,1 M' q2 c Z0 S
How you tried to set them free, 9 P6 c$ J1 h9 b6 L9 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, " h4 a$ U. ~4 V& ^5 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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