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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ~- @( y% A+ m4 T+ q) H6 s6 |" F# V9 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( N9 H- f% W; f9 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! c# H* S' _! |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + o, t6 d9 Y$ Z+ k" l6 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. @) C" X0 n% _- G$ d8 O5 S% ]How you suffered for you sanity, 1 N/ H0 a" S K$ m: S1 v
How you tried to set them free, ( c0 y+ E9 C( Z* ~; _0 S5 N, o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ E' E' l7 c( V k* [# i S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* a$ l7 u9 A @, j8 h# P* USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* m' n( e4 E8 T2 b; ?! mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ c: O+ W: [1 J. F$ OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - E6 E9 _; d1 e+ k2 J9 j" [; l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 W* R* i0 y4 N' N( Q$ H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 c+ ~) m$ w, i2 @. u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- @ {! S% S2 V+ w& X3 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% y8 i1 Z/ e p% ^4 {$ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 n' ~% t. ^! g4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / {$ N' p. d3 m4 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 c ? `3 L6 v' I% I& D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 R; t: R1 s1 S; P2 i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / N' ~* H4 L0 y5 H# z1 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Y8 ~3 {6 Z, ?! ]. ^& wHow you tried to set them free, , o5 q* l' f" V. h; ?1 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ N+ |5 T1 z# r5 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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