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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 s- U* Z% x6 f! F) w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 b C( y) L, L8 D4 x9 F9 S \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 C, V, V3 ~6 ~% ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, H3 I7 {8 C# f/ c! a& f. ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me," j7 t) U9 m8 I+ R5 V# L
How you suffered for you sanity,
# ~9 L5 [: n7 g3 f6 M0 G/ o) PHow you tried to set them free, : a6 W8 g2 i+ L' ]$ |0 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 }1 g, g# X7 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # B7 s: H, t, \/ `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; _$ g; [* Z- K( B$ Y( T/ V fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 }- x% l6 h1 r1 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" S' D5 @8 D# K' ]$ z2 Q, j* oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , l, m s$ c0 N# D/ ?+ D1 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 p$ }6 d* U# ?* ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 E4 \, J+ p* T: m+ Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 U* g G! N6 s3 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 A2 G/ R l: v. Y$ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [1 M( A0 N% Z5 a, i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
~4 v1 i, y9 D. [7 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 m0 d$ N/ ]% a. \3 C- q3 j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" M' [3 u$ ^% CHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 J( d1 U7 s9 S) d$ [4 p7 iHow you tried to set them free, ! h& v0 @* Y1 i6 R* Z W( q
They would not listen they're not listening still, / g$ v, M) K x. a4 e& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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