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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 F' M$ G& G# b, w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 o; D, P8 E8 s. c9 H8 T# C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ^8 a; E/ d+ b& KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 v5 j; M( u, T- b: Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Q; N3 V# b9 G) }5 a; M8 e
How you suffered for you sanity, , D! Q+ Q5 l0 B2 T. O
How you tried to set them free,
5 W2 G: X9 I' bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: [: d m9 s+ T% m: bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Q% t! A" _8 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; b3 l$ K! o6 ~9 R' H, V$ K$ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / g4 ~( l# O; e$ K; f( `2 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 V% K/ I$ K1 O7 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 r5 ]% E u( q E( gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; |% O6 u5 @' b' I( i: k+ ^) u" V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
T& x8 C4 f v1 N) CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% K) f! ~4 Y+ E/ hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 x! H* g7 k! A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
_* s* W: F0 a3 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 R* _. M, E8 {* Z$ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, ~$ G6 U9 g: ~* q ]7 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 x1 t- ~2 v- b
How you suffered for you sanity,' u$ P/ M) d. g) B% V6 v6 r; _7 e. j
How you tried to set them free,
3 L) A, D' c% a9 @7 N: VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 P2 P# ~) q9 O- j& {' A* O
Perhaps they never will. |
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