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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 J' W( N4 B/ d& }2 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 J, g# O# A% o8 H; R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' A" |4 ?6 H9 \# v) XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 v7 p" g$ [$ l7 j' A7 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 x* Q4 ?6 v" O/ B
How you suffered for you sanity,
' Q1 Q5 R' V" G; ]How you tried to set them free, ' d) S0 \& f, F3 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 i2 ]- O& v+ q. w) h/ e# D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ O: P# w" q9 `4 e; p3 g/ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 I+ P6 N5 y0 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; P! M# _5 P' e3 {3 o" S, w' TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! ]/ r3 j- ?2 N6 U. `$ R' H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; @$ {: I6 }. y. YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ C/ T: [: n; h' v* s! OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ J' d" [% A) K: B3 k! E2 S9 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 p5 {- G8 A- ~" d- Y V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ g' }, w3 s% [/ b7 O C, k- s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ e$ M+ R! ?6 i& BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . z9 g8 R1 h1 |1 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( L9 o& g+ a* ?# F) Q* g1 J
" y& O0 o7 [% }( n) SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 }; ?. Z, N* S( U
How you suffered for you sanity,; Q* B4 w, s% D+ Q3 a0 O( ]
How you tried to set them free, / F: B, Q6 G1 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ L4 Y' U/ L; e6 D4 O8 j( E
Perhaps they never will. |
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