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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 A! M# W, h" u% |! I, Y. g7 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 F: D# S6 D& S8 O* ]" g2 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 H* B B7 P+ L( z+ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 W" c# ^) Z( |( O+ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: m/ x' G1 c k" j0 w6 `5 G; OHow you suffered for you sanity,
: _* p: C" l$ A7 ~3 p; S( VHow you tried to set them free,
$ q$ ]- j/ g8 [' r* g) q8 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: K: t: R$ G4 v. B0 J$ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 S9 Y& n0 c( ^, {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 w7 k, A8 i0 \: D% L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 _& g S5 _, {, b2 B) ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. {. k* Y/ Z6 d }, z
2 }) M. g+ u' hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) v. a, T( g$ s3 {; Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# \" k8 W2 ~& }1 Z0 k3 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , X7 |3 }# r6 I" e2 h7 m* h3 i1 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, * p& c' g- l/ ^8 C* U; ?# I: D7 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 t9 g0 \$ ]* G& l+ ?) p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ^3 {6 c7 ?& q: x. S9 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ], x' g6 Y+ I& T2 Q& d1 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 R7 m! ?; G- G3 t9 c7 H9 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 r' D) u4 D4 f) _& @. h* [: l1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 J# s V, W" h( z% z$ aHow you tried to set them free,
: m# u' M& o/ E& R- e) @, h4 Z. a3 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
% X- k4 ^, V" ^1 l: j' {Perhaps they never will. |
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