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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; C, F6 V# T8 K( r5 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Y$ U) L; O9 D* ] C9 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; n, f2 |! N: a- N/ c( K/ l4 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 b. Z( ]4 o5 P7 C! o' |; U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 _! `, I7 c, N2 H3 _How you suffered for you sanity, - s, w2 }, z* @; Q( G6 ~
How you tried to set them free, 9 B3 `0 G b5 E" @: N6 c/ t/ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 b* l$ v) {+ P9 H. RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 C* I) Q7 m- x+ S" F6 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 }- m4 k8 S0 g1 d/ [9 p" sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, d0 X: ^" Z2 G2 Y. p+ Z. ~' M- k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- J% f. Y% |( c, a6 U& LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 U4 O% t7 O& O& j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 Q" h2 Y4 f8 d6 z% p/ S# T! IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ^- G$ K# V X. Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 f( e$ L, h; x, q" i2 Q& pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y8 d9 x* d0 x0 ^& f- d, g' ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?, y* R: c3 P; DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Y3 V/ p+ p* ?+ [* H2 t J9 S) a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 X" `! C: H* t2 ~! T' |! H2 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ ]3 }9 [( j- c/ E, V) w3 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ i/ \& o# F5 }: M# i7 |- FHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ z: g$ B3 U7 \" CHow you tried to set them free, 7 A0 t9 p, s9 H( L) ^" O( f3 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, : V0 E! L. b& O) X) T" }6 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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