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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( G& K6 q+ S- T2 b+ b2 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , G/ L& J P1 @2 i$ `4 ~) n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 H3 B9 r- h: U1 B5 G* K e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* b; `1 J x! W9 R4 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& o( D; O# b7 ?" o% U. }How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Y! R7 E7 I7 h$ F! ]8 WHow you tried to set them free, / U, \% B& {8 L% R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : |3 X; f! B' s+ `* J" A7 [0 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, c/ O8 o( B1 X% ?0 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- f- h2 H4 E+ y* q1 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; _( t c% }7 Z' d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 m9 d3 @6 ?4 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 M2 Q7 T8 q! ~ W# Z6 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' {( _4 l6 e" p: N; q; ]: Q& [' sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! b9 _( f, ]0 u- Y9 |8 H. B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 q% J* D. `+ S- ]9 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & y: s4 c: C z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' v/ }: D# g7 N* J% L- Y" y: eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, n% x5 c- ~9 _6 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - q+ e5 c) K, c) M1 B
4 t- f5 l1 s: [: Y7 B9 @4 j% m+ H* U: gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' l! i. }" ?, @/ p- T
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Y6 ]9 z( s y8 _How you tried to set them free,
/ B" x+ |- M8 W: Q' e! B' @They would not listen they're not listening still, % ^* S9 v& ?4 b( @
Perhaps they never will. |
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