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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ^* q" a; B7 Y/ z2 w3 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 }+ s# W0 u" m1 S# }+ Z, H/ ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) q# }& v; K j. y9 a s) F) HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Z# o! y0 N* O) v" ^7 y, o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 b) f4 ^- u/ {! @* t. z% SHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ]/ e, y# h( ?+ `How you tried to set them free,
/ V' P/ x2 }. `3 u& S& `4 _: U" bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 T5 \' v6 @7 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & {3 s( V6 s9 Y5 L& q7 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 J* s% n1 ]# u x$ u0 L. JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 o% D% C( E4 _) w0 }" r7 Z/ O1 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 }$ a* W# _$ b3 ~/ A$ t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 J6 g. _! b7 [! }" ?) W, F# Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ^- e0 b$ J& ]6 ^$ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 u. p! p$ E% C! {2 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, g0 I) B/ P$ a3 O3 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " x1 c6 N; H& \2 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & h4 F" p3 j x* U- K$ }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! d$ R5 ^" w& t% [, f3 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " n9 t2 [! B; _$ k2 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / K0 i$ [% c5 n! B/ |
How you suffered for you sanity,7 f: z0 W( ` P) \+ g) s
How you tried to set them free,
" q) @( t* N" I& I, F" hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 n2 q, a% E/ b" U6 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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