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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* S6 U; L# ^& X. v9 j& ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 K( v9 q! h, g# s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; f+ ~7 a3 n5 s0 b2 `% [" d4 L0 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / i; n, e S C% X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 a5 G( k) z7 w$ G
How you suffered for you sanity, # Q$ l; S" O7 s5 f1 s6 ^5 V' o m
How you tried to set them free, 7 [* A S% }9 v: M3 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ o0 L. d6 w7 x3 J# Q) @$ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / a% Y0 D% u( V$ z" H0 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 `' N0 @. d0 I7 I- OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) h3 l4 L8 p( A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ a- M3 b0 x& Z" d/ i* g3 _$ o/ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) P9 x2 j/ n9 z# T2 e' B/ {5 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 z) n# }: I# t: `! W }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
L ?2 w4 ~. T0 X4 V% G1 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ M( s1 z1 T1 c m" DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( m' e- [8 V& r4 n
k# b6 E+ ]' q2 R- eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ s# U4 Q1 a6 G4 _$ J4 P! b+ _! d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 d) b4 H5 e) N1 \: }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% V! O; I; e: M1 B! yThe 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, 3 B7 j4 g1 n! `8 H0 W' t% K$ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 X7 \6 x3 C2 n+ U5 ~; yHow you tried to set them free,
5 q! x$ e/ d) ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
! D% i; l: M7 N4 wPerhaps they never will. |
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