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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * I1 _1 i2 z4 g+ q& K8 A7 P, }3 [7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& P; B" A% X# E! @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" C/ K7 @( u6 K) J; w+ N9 c% f: |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / B; m0 b* C3 y2 f" D% \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& X0 Y; _1 r9 B7 T( QHow you suffered for you sanity, $ x0 S. R( t/ U
How you tried to set them free, 7 k p0 W- s, j+ \$ B% K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 `+ r+ G# y1 B) t& G# ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 n) j- r6 k( b. U0 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 T$ j! z: J0 t' aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( K r1 c3 }( j, @3 a9 ?$ c. x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- x; d8 W+ a! M2 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 y( n+ j3 f! P" zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ w: n0 y3 x a; T: g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & b! i, H" \" M* i6 S# r: l( r/ W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% Z3 t1 g$ H6 F3 d* @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : j9 }% h6 I. p& e, _4 m( o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ p# h- R# t _! Q) lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: N+ V5 e% `6 B( l! wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" V+ _" p: Q, U0 ]6 ~. N, B+ \# YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' g7 s( H: Z- e8 b7 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : m1 ?) k! f* a* R& v0 D, \
How you suffered for you sanity,) N, A" Q! S. M2 }6 h' m1 q
How you tried to set them free,
1 A' {) b& J) R) \4 f3 zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. M: Y7 }* v: }. p( }; R, xPerhaps they never will. |
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