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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - |- z0 _6 S k6 g7 v; H& e- o L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' R8 N$ |. E7 r, TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 _" I$ ~6 g$ i2 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 l' q- ^1 \$ _( e: iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 _1 S. b" W/ `+ W- G" tHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ }# F2 i3 f6 h8 O- t5 OHow you tried to set them free, 7 u/ p* W2 q9 |. _+ x! ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! w/ A5 F; n/ }; H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ?3 @# w: n4 |' HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 w* w" M) ]+ N' ^/ J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' z, h4 Y, t, m A5 Q) H' G5 r7 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % D L. R2 s( C6 f& I
/ |4 G9 t, Q: x6 _2 a* ?% D4 i6 _* y) gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 D4 r! [& J% J9 G/ y4 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 \$ r, K9 R3 w# {! P7 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) x# X0 x! |4 ^3 v9 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ y6 W6 [ {; G' GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; y- e3 [* n* u( R% V7 ]# r Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 I% X) `6 A3 W% V* [2 F0 F/ ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& c( r- x- ? p/ h; ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: |) A. S8 X% ?& G5 t3 ?4 AThe 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, % B+ F7 \; K1 e8 T) W& ^3 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
) e% V2 T" F6 W; |3 qHow you tried to set them free, ) S$ \, ]. {' x# a
They would not listen they're not listening still, / N7 `: r y) H$ K1 q7 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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