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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% `: K3 `1 e4 @* a5 v0 N& pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + w3 i' Z( v9 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, Y/ [6 p1 _, |( {& s$ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. }. C4 {: B7 W4 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 x0 ?4 u9 K3 Q$ G/ b6 O8 W) [) QHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 w3 _ n U4 T3 H+ V" \7 p& u1 e
How you tried to set them free,
% E: m8 y* \9 `/ K8 v0 s6 W6 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! X) B5 R+ _( k3 v. R! q& G; ?* Y) v+ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) q2 j! R: v( Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, b$ a; S! \% ^' M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* i; d Y( R4 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* C1 g0 C* E4 k3 K5 n8 `3 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * J, R* _& p3 ?/ Q _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 Y- u1 m9 a: C8 ~* kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 Z: |, n: Z. GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 x' [1 L3 L" f$ c, n8 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 C. M S# z7 N) z
. B5 {) u1 B d# g. Y6 A, ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" w3 y# u7 |9 P9 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 {% U' u2 |6 m' c9 q+ ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 w# f3 {! }$ B" v5 a4 O- m9 c
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, " C6 I4 w+ L, k; a
How you suffered for you sanity,, p: m$ A7 ]! | N* l3 B
How you tried to set them free, / a" I( y2 D7 w* G* I. X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( k3 m7 ^7 K: G4 r: k$ R! d
Perhaps they never will. |
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