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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ s" @7 v1 s; A+ C# rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) J) T! d6 V4 B0 y2 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; `: l6 q6 }6 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! w" l; q. {) d; h: G2 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, ^# n% A2 x0 \% k/ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 |7 J! q- H, O9 V) E7 V& u6 x$ iHow you tried to set them free, ; {- ?! o( |) V* N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; c% a/ z& O3 `0 L5 E* m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * c9 m! V0 M+ a1 R) Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " f# A$ z4 p" |7 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 p% X0 u+ U; m6 r3 H8 |
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, 7 C7 j, P, f- [5 K: f9 N1 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 S; c2 y# A9 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 n( S/ G6 y+ H- R2 T1 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 B' ?9 H; ~( @8 J! V' ]8 f* \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 o7 {/ T, l& Y8 i: {* i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, O4 f8 B7 I. e8 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y+ l* t. T4 O: Q/ y. K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ^$ J4 x9 Z0 f/ i" A6 z! Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 x! j/ `) P) `; F- ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 ` N7 k5 R3 o$ FHow you suffered for you sanity,: W) I! X! t; ?0 D+ `
How you tried to set them free,
: D9 a3 V$ i; V- i1 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( H/ F0 j9 u' s/ E1 z, f& `
Perhaps they never will. |
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