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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 D u$ e9 G R O- D) d7 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , j7 [; p$ e; w' s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: p u1 a: Z% B3 e3 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : t8 i. R/ {: b' R7 P5 k+ A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 x0 c" Z! x OHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 j, b, ^9 D( C5 e( w! m' v6 [
How you tried to set them free, 1 B9 S+ @7 d" E9 j- _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 g) L3 B9 v6 N! }# k" ~( a4 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . D" u H2 ~: G& z' Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& g. G5 H- {+ |2 V O$ tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 [% X6 G0 I, G, `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, j! l+ Z. c$ x s: D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 A; g5 t" ^! t n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. o ?9 }* E, ~) f/ e3 \9 h. MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. S" V4 C8 l: gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' K( M8 y, w( Y q8 m% F4 q. x& n
2 \" M+ x* \' O4 |+ T6 e8 ^/ I pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 N( h/ d& W7 k" l. O0 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * }7 r: j( W9 E* c0 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 N; b( t# b3 H/ e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - {. N1 b- S* r5 t- {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! t( b. u7 `8 g2 i$ d5 E' p: |( O$ w7 K
How you suffered for you sanity,$ d" r) ^# d' M( ?+ R; ^
How you tried to set them free, 9 j- a. H5 i3 [ N% x
They would not listen they're not listening still, , [5 n: q4 B, Z- X6 X* O( G3 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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