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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* d# o: t4 O, M' p, l; O! qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 U: D# I# X9 T% a' D: W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& i( r+ O7 L0 M/ L' OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) J1 x, G0 q5 z& J, r R" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; l, Y& e& R; F$ S
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 s# }: E; g" f- ?1 l+ ^How you tried to set them free, o- e) C2 P- n, L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ a( G# _8 D' P- _* x. k" PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 f8 \; T/ k5 t8 D8 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( m5 \7 }. t2 U; e6 z5 I3 E7 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * t' N/ Z* v% ]2 w6 l# m/ A" T
Weathered 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, . t) H6 b3 Z6 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 F3 p; O q$ [! E4 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. t! C( K1 g. W4 h& s- ^' P, ]But I could have told you, Vincent, - l+ u# V6 Q& y7 F, C. h/ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 g) G* s& B" I& d0 p6 Z
y7 F2 Y/ O4 d$ hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 {3 _8 L2 y: L% oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % G8 M& S2 T) i- e* P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 ?. v6 U M! y9 l9 n% fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ J/ R* }# ^7 |1 T8 W z8 l( E mHow you suffered for you sanity, B$ `; o7 c7 k% D% ~0 j
How you tried to set them free, l8 X! M8 [ t" I7 v* p9 |7 k3 y3 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, + K1 N( U. y8 o6 N h
Perhaps they never will. |
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