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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 b9 s) o& F# E' g5 O( U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Q q: g, `" ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) R: [: s" S& F2 v5 H# ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' n, e2 Y: }1 c: Q/ l9 z' P$ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Y: X4 n: v( ^
How you suffered for you sanity, $ q7 M: N* j! p1 _
How you tried to set them free, : F/ D6 Y Q- _. M4 J) M: e" J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( k+ S! X' o* b b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ?0 n7 Z3 ?2 N9 T- oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! \1 \9 v( Z! Y g7 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ L$ n/ y! G' _. q+ tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, [* ^; c, G9 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : D/ W& P3 W7 m( f) A( \* I" [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ]1 J! M7 W q6 s8 x+ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : h, J6 R2 ?8 T1 B+ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 J. ]) U8 N1 c5 }3 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 _: ~. |2 r1 T+ R* @" l
2 \ n& A+ l; S2 _8 E! {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) j0 ^4 p. e, N% m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' F' k) w, e. Z8 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' [# O3 k* B7 j( J9 l* o# y; X3 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * f6 j1 {2 u" c. ~- {. D) `0 W* [9 I- h
How you suffered for you sanity,* N- [. t4 S; W/ b! @8 u2 B. ]2 f
How you tried to set them free,
3 e4 O& N) b; O: q! bThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' W3 D3 }& b9 |1 g, h1 Y8 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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