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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 C. p" o) M7 `& n8 l; d& c1 w M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( v, B+ K% u+ ~9 ]8 i, c' D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 \/ B# @- o" W# E0 H* M4 @5 L4 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ c) W9 @8 }7 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( B/ A+ L* i1 b- ^1 e
How you suffered for you sanity, , n6 e" m4 C* s5 C. `1 L
How you tried to set them free, ! F# i( g% O. l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / p/ F& P; S5 r3 n9 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 U X% Y+ T& v7 y4 _, O& PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 J0 X3 H8 F3 j0 h6 t5 V1 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 ~3 B3 x: M$ S& RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 r2 v! s/ X& [3 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . u9 ?1 J5 C B u: l& a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# E- g5 U- t gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + ]: [9 _+ p% R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ]# L4 x+ m- K {$ w6 W u8 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + z" n6 x( `1 [# p
- f( Q: Q# w# X3 k; m- U+ VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Y1 N* g/ O% r+ ~, H0 X0 W1 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 L M" m6 v' i4 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * P" d8 e. `8 `% b$ v% P' n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! H, c3 r) h! F8 A3 u' r2 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! F/ r" y3 Q8 L- @+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?4 p% h3 I5 y) U$ i; h7 DHow you tried to set them free, / N$ s7 E7 }1 X: t3 b; x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 }# N& e* w+ W8 i- N* APerhaps they never will. |
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