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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ]- k- l- g# W n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( }& N: B' b1 k5 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 @# i1 `0 o) l& U$ _4 [. }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 e F5 c% k9 I" gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. J8 P( y6 I* G- }' x! R
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 _8 S7 H2 q6 S7 }( T7 I
How you tried to set them free,
8 p5 E& e5 p! P+ h! f# FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , |, |' k" Z( P U ]+ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; J, e( z/ i! P O5 N& rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# k) \; Y( m" o: `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: f5 \% L( v2 F+ C qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 d2 D9 @# |# p- W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * w! Z4 }! X" w8 X$ C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 a9 [' x: W" v/ A7 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ a2 m) \1 h' ^4 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 b2 c9 q9 R% V- ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ^8 M: @4 Q- L6 I9 E0 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ^9 I' u( F/ g1 q+ X3 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 }1 q: u: {8 c, l6 }4 f6 A! I l4 V
The 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,
& e+ F* r% e, bHow you suffered for you sanity,( g" q4 q, G7 _8 I) S3 ?, n
How you tried to set them free, - e" Q( `( @0 j7 ]; [- P4 Y- O
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) b/ R- S; J' m7 P7 D% x" Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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