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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 B; a7 h& Q' A$ E; C2 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 C. A7 W5 [9 d$ `3 N3 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ z3 l9 j& t7 s7 U* G( UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 L: F# M: A: N- P5 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. d2 Y$ m4 c: s! ~: d" }+ L- x z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ m" b+ F( m6 @( _, rHow you tried to set them free, ) J* e1 c9 j+ v8 r; l& A, F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # G7 i( r# f C9 X% R4 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( x k% H5 I6 X7 e/ I. @) }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) }2 V( k3 s1 y* N- V0 A7 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( T: \2 g% z8 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ^" ]: i4 r% N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 \9 Y" T& _& t3 o5 m2 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 v) Z+ n0 C4 W9 ]/ O( RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - u& \$ P* ^3 \' C S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 Q* L) ]2 }% |5 _* p* f( q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - x* Y: L" ~9 a& d4 s7 r! Q' _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . t& g7 k: y+ }# d( q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 K+ g8 i* k; H$ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' B5 t1 \; N% bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' I, q1 `& W' n5 \& q) I/ J$ |6 @
" U* W8 _6 Y' \" D ]/ INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J* n5 u- W1 w5 w; r$ F# KHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ]/ w) c5 W# Q Z9 D5 c- D
How you tried to set them free,
0 g0 B& B, p# V* Z; I$ ^4 K* J- OThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ ~/ h4 R; k& U% d! k
Perhaps they never will. |
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