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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* q) O) `5 _5 ] Q4 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + ]' U# n7 p* U+ Z |$ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! C, k6 @# N/ l' m/ |1 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 }+ {6 d W$ z! d% }/ r% Q$ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& Z5 H7 z) H1 M( M6 D' THow you suffered for you sanity, & c) x& v, ~# F h7 n" \1 O
How you tried to set them free, ( E& p/ N% U [+ V% w. j6 y+ p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 e8 R; q6 J: `" S ~ eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. H4 x! I. j3 v7 N! aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; P) J6 `0 U; eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) g6 s" |/ Q6 H6 F, m! A& G) fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' m( E* O$ ?0 M7 Y" b9 I$ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . C$ ?7 l0 W7 ]* d9 I) s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 T# v/ @: h" L' k/ ]! p) O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 t! ^* N, G6 C2 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 h! o% Z- [; y/ `/ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& G6 [, {& H; E7 [1 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / ]# j% L2 r; v" s9 Y/ K# B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # E1 \/ Z- K; G; E, _! K0 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Q6 a5 F8 y- P! n
The 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, + [) k J' m/ \7 V% |) E
How you suffered for you sanity,3 F% r0 V7 N3 f+ `( I
How you tried to set them free,
* x+ o+ ]- v, C- iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 x; i! v: @) _, Z7 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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