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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - F/ i0 I1 K9 X, S4 l H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ]8 Z. A u* F+ i3 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ^( P( Q$ K5 ?3 {) H' Z+ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 p! C4 j, C8 l, w0 x" W" gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 t9 B/ m& B O0 r1 e5 O7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
" J% |) d2 d# G% iHow you tried to set them free,
( w: M6 K: ^% C2 u$ [+ [) OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : u+ Q8 `1 |& a/ T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- v. W$ ~' v$ }( H2 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ d$ c* s+ x' ?! W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; X3 T- C9 j' V) m5 m2 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 O! D/ g- l8 a+ y, k
3 N$ x3 O) d! v) v- e8 ?5 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- q5 f+ r- }' q& ^* i, ?: OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D- m; Z" b# ~6 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * H k+ T) s7 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, . {; e3 r9 C0 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 u0 Z9 P# q6 O7 k/ A; C5 ] PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 A5 X2 L5 H$ d! X) \. i7 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( y: {. M4 h2 q. R& u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& w. U+ _$ j9 d# R0 v0 x0 g. k/ BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - o) ~9 f5 B+ d/ \, I% V3 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % M4 v) c, ?2 D6 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,% \/ M' U. F( _, |4 Q1 ^
How you tried to set them free, 7 k% a( q3 G1 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( }# e V" c8 M/ c b
Perhaps they never will. |
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