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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ]% R3 ?$ s7 y) DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 i- a0 f1 y: F: S- H( K+ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& C( e6 i' j; j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( _" ^. A% k& j; KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, Z$ P4 C5 c# F' ]8 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
) A. J0 r# H5 `How you tried to set them free, 4 C F/ Y: Q( f4 p" s8 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, c0 ^1 ]5 H( t8 i% C2 m/ u! a% uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; T4 t. @# {+ K; PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 M5 C; }* i& F% U0 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 x* Y- A* b# F; F }% g, f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 I: D' K- M1 \8 Q* U+ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # m$ c5 a7 D, r0 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , h8 A+ F4 M+ S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 E4 M6 _+ k. {
But I could have told you, Vincent, - z- \/ u2 i0 N( L$ \/ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. l% \$ X$ m1 y- N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 k7 o' C% v' n, a& r% o0 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ?/ J; d0 a8 U; v$ k" T7 k! w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) a2 \! D! O9 E d4 ?7 Q4 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ]' Y( ?6 L" U+ l
. K- ^9 W& O( F+ E7 [4 T' jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , F. M: H- K2 q5 R: Y0 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
- `4 n9 g- H2 v& {How you tried to set them free,
: _" h8 C9 ]# O! m3 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 C% ^; H9 r4 X% {) g' a
Perhaps they never will. |
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