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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 H% j5 P: y- ~8 o# w5 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. w5 D5 l7 M/ s1 s6 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% G1 D' C5 k+ Y1 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( P- s* F/ I- g8 Q0 ^( h% h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 e5 ]5 E+ e9 D3 x) B7 A% HHow you suffered for you sanity, : S$ l3 H( d! W1 I
How you tried to set them free,
* l! w# r4 U: W( `0 o8 U dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 S; p! K) l9 E6 u s2 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ~" y' d. S4 o) C# p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 u+ ?! G7 G7 S- N( DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; x, y& E& Q5 f/ WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ]/ \1 n) A4 |# p% H" d. T; j
0 [7 D. ]2 i8 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 y+ M) o( s# K& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + X7 a3 W8 O8 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 g/ P7 d2 `5 @2 }" h
But I could have told you, Vincent, : \ }6 _0 T5 u: ^2 o( b* h0 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 x5 ?8 `2 r5 S( A- B1 D7 u% ]. \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; g h* I7 n O9 e: @6 N5 {& K" f% NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 `* ^! u; b3 _* }! _: AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, J1 U9 V3 r- ~. T' q2 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" n& S5 i2 J V0 v5 R: U" k/ |4 a5 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
, S- D, f* ], Q0 e) ^( K$ ZHow you tried to set them free,
- z a" }) M: m5 Z. IThey would not listen they're not listening still, . a% l1 B7 ^8 X: j& X) `
Perhaps they never will. |
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