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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ D$ d% G3 ]9 G5 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! n" I8 f" W$ X/ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% O8 i. _% G; Y- @0 m9 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. Q1 K: M) L5 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 m. n. g3 z6 f; E/ D8 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
- i% s4 _$ w# p' ^* T$ THow you tried to set them free, , \: g8 g6 m7 z6 ]+ @" N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / H$ }8 h! h' P& d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : f* `# U; S" b1 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # C- Y3 V& A* m4 ^) ]. F& d- @) j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / j+ W/ H3 x" `& {2 h/ n/ J e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 @0 L4 t3 u$ s9 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ~' B( U' X* k `. [ L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ?* M1 T W3 R, W( E5 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. F+ Z/ A% R$ S6 y# N2 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, & r$ @$ T3 Q# E/ t c6 o5 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ \4 ^" B/ ?) J5 y& N6 R# [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( S! m) {, k8 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
y& w5 |' g& q" HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + o; U- l+ V! @" ~1 k8 m/ _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) N( [4 D% [6 W0 X9 n# F6 H% D/ `
$ G; T% D& g8 Q! ]) a$ p' SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; G7 Q. o. a4 g- K
How you suffered for you sanity,
; J- y0 g% c8 PHow you tried to set them free, 8 L. V' Q ~3 t7 M/ E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 G" E0 U, I3 x C$ `Perhaps they never will. |
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