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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / k0 F/ h% N9 @' }6 V4 x' R3 u& A/ x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% c' F* ~. f7 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ~' [9 ]9 T/ q6 v5 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 g: _2 e. D6 N7 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% O1 ^& q; g5 L# r3 }1 P \9 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
; n, f9 @$ C8 G) j9 ^9 {/ Y5 uHow you tried to set them free,
* m- i) u, K9 _! X) z9 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. C2 u" F: p& v3 t% z( HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( r* }4 O. V# }+ c6 K: vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " |" z1 C) L+ X7 T) V$ S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 h" E) I- r/ n9 p; t5 j( jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & c- C' v; C% b* T+ I" G& ~$ |
+ z# Z1 q2 K. X8 n( QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ _; x2 Q# I' s4 T7 V5 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 D1 V R) j- @5 F. Z' r. w0 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
x3 G" k1 G! u3 |$ l: CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 h) ^+ I$ }; n; P0 c2 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% u' T2 Y" _" w! S" A7 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' |, B8 }) C! h8 j1 l4 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 x I4 v( Q3 G4 D+ s" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! R; d: `4 V9 I( }9 q4 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: R6 j/ W u4 y) T v( z( f0 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# U. C& x* v( o4 m a: h4 E; ^How you suffered for you sanity,
7 s9 r' x" Y- Y1 G/ N3 U3 ]How you tried to set them free,
' ~- d- v. c+ \$ A P5 A pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, P4 ^( P9 ~. P& E% k6 {4 p$ BPerhaps they never will. |
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