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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 B7 t8 g P- c w* H. [7 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( n: K; q" X! Y; L n& _; AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( u5 x4 @( d& y0 k. P9 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 N5 y1 O5 \+ E U8 Z! N, ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. l$ o! T" Z4 n! _
How you suffered for you sanity, ! y. w- x8 t; b- @, ~
How you tried to set them free, \3 c5 ?! k; r% X& P0 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# F* c' d) O' B& U/ a! _9 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) P; I% `5 o6 b# U$ E2 @' T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. | V) x/ F/ d' QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! L$ P1 [% Y" p' c. ` @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 s- Q! c+ y5 g+ N2 b( U& w' N- g% w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 v) ]1 s% g% g8 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& o# M% A- ?, Z: V" a4 G2 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Y" F ] w# l" D' f5 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - G9 E( ]" G! q3 l% \. V: Y# ^
; J9 m) @3 I* ^) u0 }7 `; {* IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& H* A, y! |) h2 r1 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 Y, w( ^5 r7 W8 W" J4 }: fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 V: `: l! j% [
The 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,
: d$ h" V9 v/ l( t0 h$ ^How you suffered for you sanity,% ~2 }5 M" y5 q9 k0 }! o
How you tried to set them free, , j6 N3 K+ |. N- ?* x8 V. W7 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, ]. F' O) I1 l, \0 L! y! {Perhaps they never will. |
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