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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 e8 k; Z' D/ v0 l) O* @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 V6 v0 v* G7 O1 z1 X$ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ u! R: x5 I6 c% Q/ ]8 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + g! l/ }# M5 X) z4 ?/ B2 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ H5 @: L; M* q4 V& c( T6 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ r3 |5 Y% Z$ V M2 `7 ^How you tried to set them free,
. s# q# }% L/ i `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# v* }1 c9 l+ s& OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 i x9 _" C4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 Z% y0 J7 q6 d& |" ~: y' D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 v5 o+ j) [2 J! R% \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 f5 m/ o o" n2 [) o" {$ K9 s
' t% S) m/ s7 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 D$ x( I' N; c, K' N) h, ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 v; J7 M" R( W2 L' d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / ^9 ~5 ] i. }/ e$ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, + b, R1 D: X' ^" R7 e6 v2 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 W2 E5 W. \4 {9 E) Y7 ^/ \. Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; W8 t1 K. c4 {6 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 C8 ^2 V$ D& |/ o; ?' kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 m, I5 |7 V- b' w2 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% T* s+ f2 R! F- l2 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 T% y/ g& t. ~+ T% v: ?" G3 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ y" z- T0 U$ |% C6 [& ]0 T# dHow you tried to set them free,
( B' H% D* I: A! m/ `They would not listen they're not listening still, ; S" c, V' @! S- i) q
Perhaps they never will. |
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