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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 l2 Q8 _$ e( |/ F" [2 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" u( F2 u2 j% l3 Y/ g! r" q! [, ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, i$ ?. m4 `0 W) ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) |' |" F: P$ n6 t* j# E7 A4 |6 g7 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ u% V' h N( d- {
How you suffered for you sanity,
# Z8 q& q" l5 Q6 Y ZHow you tried to set them free, - h, Y0 J0 e8 M! |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. a$ p, V2 {! ^% S+ b& A& H% G% [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
`$ {5 `5 b; o6 H# sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 H' R0 [, A% h( c( NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 i7 j+ R+ S4 Q I/ ^5 t$ q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 {6 M/ h% ^* k/ B2 e) m1 `. U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; T% T4 O- L' }0 b0 v$ S/ ^& h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 M, T# ^/ V$ l7 `1 J) d% h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' D+ _1 @- L2 D4 V) M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! m: K* Y- w. QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. V, L) I2 A9 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ?# ^( |3 a0 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " t' H3 O. e8 f* U& I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ v! q$ H% }) W K9 h0 [4 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / w. k3 C* O, d" c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ { A; U6 v" a+ ^How you suffered for you sanity,: M0 y) V) [6 R7 O. z; C
How you tried to set them free, + {5 s+ w$ c+ Y r. M3 o! a
They would not listen they're not listening still, * f' G! }4 y9 T: G! s
Perhaps they never will. |
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