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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) p5 J [ G# q+ C7 e, X3 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * D0 ]0 g+ q7 Z4 S4 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. g/ ?9 L: Z0 o* v' J: ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y1 d6 f1 h2 y; `+ dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 K/ B/ \ }) O7 s: YHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 j3 U, f7 p3 `% t) F7 ?
How you tried to set them free, 8 ]3 J! _- w) R8 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 b1 m2 w8 ?: p- v3 ^3 u3 q5 _7 c. qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 K* W( y- v# s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / }* b: m8 @# I. F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ^4 E5 m: r% S/ Y8 eWeathered 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, % p# D# X+ s& e9 L+ i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . K# K3 \8 }; i- q1 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( N' k7 _& Z% w0 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 M# ?) W* N# _0 f( [6 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% E. p+ G7 I$ E0 k2 [; A2 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 @! P6 a' }3 I2 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & V+ {# f) A1 I; U6 |5 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& U5 D# b- |/ I+ ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Z+ `0 e' |& a: u& i5 c; {4 _
& i/ q" t9 a s$ d8 S2 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! r3 Z* H, J7 v; g r7 J* k
How you suffered for you sanity,; T3 u/ ^ C5 x0 L& F- h: ]
How you tried to set them free,
8 m7 r8 t( g4 k; u. pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 `* W5 V1 K: {3 c3 Y; ~Perhaps they never will. |
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