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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ x1 V/ u2 K: u1 v0 O2 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 f/ a# G6 i6 a7 u; {0 Y$ T6 G3 d0 t1 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ]) ~( Q. ]2 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" E" x: E* Z" G+ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ]9 J; ^5 i2 @1 mHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 O& \! |2 W0 d4 f% \% L- A- h( Z4 u
How you tried to set them free, 4 y$ Y. K$ W! F) n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: H) c# C- C) R5 k$ k& BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) o6 ]3 k$ F! z9 Q9 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 s3 f# P5 p$ a' ^ ]- w+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . R* l3 m) C% O8 F* j2 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- f& f' ?9 j- Z! jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ q: z7 ]. V/ O* N2 r4 D, H" m& ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( [* A* d( S4 C. y! X$ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 N# o" O- N+ B- p/ pBut I could have told you, Vincent, # ]2 [* K% ]7 _* V: d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Z: K) C5 C& r4 N* `
- C! I) N" @/ H# f/ k( AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 w& s' P) k3 I. L8 R u3 G8 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . [! r7 j6 a* P& n. X$ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . l% c( d) U8 m+ O: c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 s0 E U0 t @: r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ T3 D: M0 c5 r$ z7 t1 _How you suffered for you sanity,
6 V' l1 F( u! [8 J. R' U1 NHow you tried to set them free, ) s( ~; N/ I1 @; R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) v1 T- W$ T7 Q6 F+ D8 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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