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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* r: f( G7 q6 @4 w' iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ c* ^7 p5 y/ r% F* j# V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ?3 s9 I0 w% V f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ]5 ~& O* H4 H* f1 X6 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% {( f- f: A3 g/ }
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 P8 @7 Z% d: |7 z X' i
How you tried to set them free,
- _& H1 R4 v, }2 T$ t3 s, P) C5 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " s- h8 {3 u4 Q5 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / v/ U1 o3 Q$ j# w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( d4 U D! o/ N; z0 m% z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / h7 N p. z, c2 B7 U4 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ {$ ~5 D6 G1 i- ` _1 X h ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ k+ p7 }! w9 ~* Y6 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' C) k1 ^# w+ H0 _( B- T* Q6 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 t( {% R% L, d# H1 A1 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, & G s7 q; K, Q$ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 |$ E& D' D& }4 W- X3 W% K
- T. \% w, {8 F0 E6 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ?+ Z+ b2 @& B; z* |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # `" a2 J; G4 t: E+ T$ R& O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( u2 E* v) R7 F
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, 7 E1 W/ d" m: L
How you suffered for you sanity,
. A/ D- i3 U6 M# i/ Z+ ]How you tried to set them free,
; g1 Y" T7 \0 m7 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ @- C( p z0 J4 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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