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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 L: J& A' G) p9 f" ]: O7 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 f; H0 f" Q# y N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ?9 r0 p6 ?5 l/ V" q) Z' f- {5 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 {( Y; Q) W0 l! f8 i# ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' N. `+ x! e" R- rHow you suffered for you sanity,
" F' a, w7 k0 q) SHow you tried to set them free, ; o) m0 A8 f+ d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. f2 e0 y9 ~4 E7 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 i0 V! `! ^, P# aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . O6 e3 c! X# i, q# ^+ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, a9 B3 U U0 d- W9 C& p$ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 h3 R# G/ O8 `' h$ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 I. [' c5 ?' Y* p# g7 w( |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 E/ t7 C2 I6 R$ Z A4 d- z5 V5 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 b# M M, Y% V; F* u1 T9 m7 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ x; q& i# [% [- m0 }+ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
N1 F5 ?) \2 \2 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ v) E# ~% e5 B8 E1 R) c, FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 i& B! n- y3 t5 m$ j8 Z$ c# X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 z3 E0 q: m" a3 E1 R0 y& i c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; n. w( k: t* I; W$ R3 t
How you suffered for you sanity,3 j2 o% X+ k* A- v( R' C
How you tried to set them free,
2 p, d4 l) K& v: m* a D. aThey would not listen they're not listening still, . N( Y: y7 G( w$ D- {8 ^# R/ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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