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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 M7 j2 ]: L: n& o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 W0 j( s# H( x" U* X' Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; A9 g( Y) R0 v3 ]+ y! {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' k& p" x' d0 P' `0 o: }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' b$ V+ ~, `5 i3 qHow you suffered for you sanity, ' f' N2 g% T& k/ L& c% s
How you tried to set them free, ( _5 e% H/ r0 _0 b/ s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. n T5 ~% M# j3 w- T F/ w# PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( m! @2 @/ ^1 ]! M$ Q2 F. D' {5 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: v- q0 L; Q8 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ H+ I# f; |! l. RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 Q5 U2 u& g7 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 H. i) {1 j8 b2 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ A4 q, }5 B( G4 F1 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, - E, B7 x) p8 O; I% C% L
But I could have told you, Vincent, & D+ P8 P" y* Y B" ], T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ A1 Q" a) M e! m1 l" t6 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" \- m+ p$ I$ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 H. K4 k0 C' N% \6 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 b% k4 H% o' l! Q- {" t* `- q
How you suffered for you sanity,, Q( p8 R9 l( ~) |, y
How you tried to set them free, * X1 y1 A* n0 U: w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 b, U0 z" z' q- r: `Perhaps they never will. |
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