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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 f% o) B0 r$ Z! d7 ~$ ?# m/ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! m+ p, D- x0 @' L! w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 y& `3 l6 `: T; b5 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' S+ }; P: r0 f5 {' GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- \; {" I0 p/ W9 d
How you suffered for you sanity, : S7 T$ T" N( e# Y/ \
How you tried to set them free, 4 s5 O& g8 w9 F0 q, d: @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * T. @/ `1 c1 f% p( f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; T1 d$ h3 U g- ]- }4 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - u8 b# T9 |5 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 a, X! M( z) d& p7 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s$ Z! [% c& h4 D+ N$ H4 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; m* d( v" M4 j$ a0 a6 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 G8 r6 e d5 M) m; _# n+ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ t2 o9 Z: {8 U8 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 f: A, V) T3 m7 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 n& B- D8 u) @7 j3 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 \7 q5 C# f( X# ?) ^: ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * b1 ]. w" \/ x, _. z% s' Q; e
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,
F7 P: t* r9 T8 H# p7 y' M/ s6 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
?5 N4 S1 m" L7 `& JHow you tried to set them free,
7 i3 e5 [7 [: n* r4 n* y9 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, : j0 ?1 R& ]+ o, [& k! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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