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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ n$ G5 b: a- W4 M4 E2 H/ W1 z$ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ F" C6 O1 ^1 V" j( J/ I$ MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
f. i4 c' m. K0 o2 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * M; [3 D* H: z7 T! @* \- a# Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 c" L2 n! V f4 ^( T) G8 x; O) sHow you suffered for you sanity, # p+ m% f! g( k2 J
How you tried to set them free, 6 @! V" A+ t u Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. L3 Z E6 r }5 \3 @5 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 K% s( Q3 d p3 O! ^8 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ b. H, ]+ }1 C5 G8 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* Y6 H, f. L5 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 \$ x: T/ E& l. T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ J, a5 m [9 ~* E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 B: O) }# J, \0 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 f" v' L* M. N+ C$ XBut I could have told you, Vincent, & j, F- o7 Q+ l* [7 n$ m2 @7 L7 s# e8 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; p+ {* G7 G8 k7 b9 l4 S$ S
) G5 s& I9 r) p+ R- \6 n" X/ W3 i! y8 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 V4 a* h: }( G! s5 g; e4 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 T1 s' }3 R$ B3 L$ o; W2 d5 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- q9 S$ A& E; M$ M9 ~! ^( Y6 N- WThe 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, 9 h5 z! `7 d! Y$ L3 D9 X9 {
How you suffered for you sanity,, E1 p9 f$ \, S1 v# p5 G) d
How you tried to set them free,
- r) A# ^ v B8 r; M! k: n% CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- l+ a2 u' @. W U2 [1 H4 t6 JPerhaps they never will. |
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