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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 v/ U6 }. a0 P. ?* N. L4 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* `- a; ?. i6 B8 m: jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," \7 \: f& v* T/ e- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! b; [+ P" \* \4 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 p r5 f9 A9 J* y1 a) S( @
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 j$ W7 Q+ G7 U9 P" RHow you tried to set them free,
( a% U) _9 ^( Y T O* \! EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 s" g/ ]' [4 I) C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; o+ T2 h4 i" S* V$ L; Q+ F( jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# T1 `% ?+ t5 T8 U1 d3 V; KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 s( e: K+ G; R! kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ]* x7 u4 b* n0 \( c
" [) d( Y& o, R& P& i7 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, L4 u2 @7 ]: h+ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! V! L/ L! [8 X6 \- c8 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 q& r6 q4 y1 t& b6 C9 L! LBut I could have told you, Vincent, : \# O$ o. h4 r& x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 ~' u5 L7 o/ j/ l) DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / J+ h4 R/ c6 v! |( C4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 d8 A7 U# d& c D4 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 r0 G0 d7 x5 P% W# z: qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 |: U( i0 s& @. `( X9 R% |* R5 A. _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 J, M0 x' ? ?/ k' O
How you suffered for you sanity,* F) A& J. ]5 H- W/ Y* C2 W& i% u: I
How you tried to set them free, ; c; f# t# Z. K1 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" _$ M9 y& d' o0 _Perhaps they never will. |
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