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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & @5 r' @+ h2 l3 s+ ^ V$ X6 p3 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' |) _, x5 `0 A7 \/ B. CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! w* R# ?( j. v& aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- d6 D6 U; o/ T. l6 D& u2 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ]/ v3 S, t$ R$ m9 r7 ?* BHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 _- u8 D5 a7 J& t3 A3 w1 R) {) HHow you tried to set them free,
, b. M0 W) a1 d n+ wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! r" O7 u! D% M( N/ o6 e ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" c( Q# f" J, i/ [3 D0 z4 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ B& G5 b5 r- K W. y. b4 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # N9 L9 L# X* n$ ^7 Z0 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 W; J, G2 \! O' j, GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 o" V D: m) i' X; d: V7 Z0 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! o6 k" j: e8 M& k( DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( `1 K$ v0 v2 h* Q0 b8 g$ y7 W* }; hBut I could have told you, Vincent, o5 Q1 r* i F, I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l( L x6 G- G* F+ d
; O+ R" \' N/ P5 G4 k y, pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c5 k' K8 x4 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 w4 {# _, ~5 T+ D x; O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . {4 z1 d8 N5 u8 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* u9 M/ a9 h }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 S; A3 f6 u& p( P, f* @! e0 h( ]' X
How you suffered for you sanity,: p$ X. q c) O$ U- P, k' P
How you tried to set them free,
( f! V( U; |7 Y7 Y( b% lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ?9 ]0 L) [' V& t2 PPerhaps they never will. |
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