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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 E: o7 R3 y2 h2 \* W/ q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 y6 P2 w' D# j, t- n8 Y1 L' G8 t( q# e @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% O8 G" \( ~5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( A" Q. o: m+ ]8 Q! s* UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! |$ E! C( q' v3 d; aHow you suffered for you sanity, ) Y* t n4 K8 b' G8 `
How you tried to set them free, " D8 l) k- w" F" g* y( U+ T) l& b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . [9 Z# O8 Y1 ^( _# c3 A9 o8 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 M, e+ ^8 U* e, s" S; P1 H0 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( y4 S, ^; D6 [; l( R2 I# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Y3 b8 w% w2 H! [' _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 B, ~" f2 q# G5 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( r; i, Q' ]6 y+ r+ j; l$ DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - d, d( q: c9 r7 n$ V/ n4 a! [# A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & I. X ~- k S" n
But I could have told you, Vincent, / s" r0 N& G% J+ x& P E3 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 U" H% s* ~$ a9 I5 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" e9 ~0 d. U5 J4 H: SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* I- O @* @+ c" c% C" o/ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
R! |& |& m9 t/ X. ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : J: D/ E8 O1 S5 t+ L) X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - b- T9 |" N# d7 Q; a; P- S: n
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ @" U) r4 Q; z* c4 VHow you tried to set them free, 4 Z9 E4 m4 N& \0 A9 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 M' a, w3 B7 e% m$ p4 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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