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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - B2 G4 {# g' ]$ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 h3 U% x, [; f: b! f/ {$ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ _$ G/ `& @" t- ^# `/ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
r* ~1 ]( r" l J6 u0 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 r1 N4 A$ b' A* V K8 N4 l3 b6 R
How you suffered for you sanity, . Q2 W/ R9 {) {1 A/ ^# \- v8 f
How you tried to set them free, % s3 R! q [8 Q- q/ y% d9 q- {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ]% g$ Q6 f/ r5 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 q( E4 M0 K$ v |' o* y0 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 m' \' l; M F. B8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 ~; |: s7 i: h; s' Q/ H2 Q5 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 M8 H- L- S, a' _6 ~2 _) `4 o& Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' e* ?+ Q0 C. ]) TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* }* D L( \6 ~+ W! iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( _+ Z/ d. e% t, U3 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& e# U5 V4 h4 I# @& uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " n) U4 _" _2 v1 i" c' V* x
- @" a9 Z: v; k2 Z1 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; c/ C" j$ h' Z* l; P5 T/ O9 Y& WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! a8 U5 t0 B4 U4 s. r3 B* GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 R7 L6 b' c+ f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - s8 ], A+ d E7 @0 U! {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 r! g$ Z& {; \& WHow you suffered for you sanity, k4 \2 X, T- W$ r% I1 q
How you tried to set them free, 8 v3 \! E! ^' E/ Q$ r- S
They would not listen they're not listening still, * X* s; c+ b; |2 M9 `8 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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