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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Q3 d. h8 {: D' D7 V# m W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 F7 h r$ | b) A c6 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ?) Q' \! l; C1 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 y6 n& B0 z6 S0 N& p% `& b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! J7 u' ?) o3 wHow you suffered for you sanity, & e, r7 u8 b% e/ D7 T( Q
How you tried to set them free,
) s' ?, A3 p/ ^$ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 l$ z# S* I d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# s6 Z4 v% M$ E: [- W2 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( [2 I: H2 g: F/ X. y0 A i3 {0 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " J9 }6 K `) R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 E, q* O$ D* c% r: c! ~# S9 {. ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 m3 J. m9 [8 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, [! D& y# t( b2 |) [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * q) H7 n/ s% k3 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 D/ _. w& c( F* u MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ?( j8 A: o. P) C: U7 [, k1 p
# h) |5 H! N! _$ I HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / T6 g1 F" X- y( Y \/ L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) I1 R: I( S5 |& L8 K$ f$ F( T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 \9 c: _, p, C8 s6 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# U6 U' p" t3 Z7 C8 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 j* L+ b& I( z5 B4 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 k8 ^( g s' T2 _5 M3 nHow you tried to set them free, : V9 p9 v: \2 f% n2 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, - \: w& g$ ^( r1 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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