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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / I9 s' k1 F" W6 k1 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, A; g5 i4 \( s* K" X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- I/ i/ H, N/ y) Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; i$ s5 g+ D. @5 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Z. U2 e/ _( i6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
: P1 @! w) N& a1 f& D6 @: KHow you tried to set them free, ) b( d9 l4 j3 \0 N1 x' ]7 |7 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 `& ?0 \* c! _* m6 |! R! r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ m$ K0 i7 B( u3 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . q" S" q7 p4 p+ o: \* p; x: e2 G( i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Z1 s& t0 w1 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 r4 E/ C& Y2 I' k$ g2 l; a2 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & J6 j0 F/ ?( L/ m; K3 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; k, \# a6 v% r- G z9 c$ N+ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. u: i% L8 m( Q- _% n8 B. cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 M p* }5 j" N5 j5 h/ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / l M: P) t1 x9 `" n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 s8 y' W) @- GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; R4 a. ^: g7 N) y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 g/ j* ^7 k' p9 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% W/ p: L7 Y5 X& F. ]* `+ bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! l1 b3 f4 @* O6 O
How you suffered for you sanity,; }& Y) y# i: t" K1 m$ k% ]
How you tried to set them free, - W& @2 @# V4 V& K9 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 E) D) D: M& X9 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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