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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + T4 D- C) X: i8 B5 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 U' ?( E7 T9 f0 p3 V( b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- _& O; F& S* Z/ X: O" O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# v' e( _2 F1 i4 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% H& v6 ~% c' u/ [6 `, E
How you suffered for you sanity, # _* _5 t$ L [3 ]& r% s& o+ J, K
How you tried to set them free, 6 o2 n+ {. `. H+ A7 O9 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 P. G; T* y6 L( y- GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
k8 X8 N0 Q, YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! C3 T( H F& g$ ?% _9 w+ c3 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Q9 W( U3 t1 b* v- n5 Y8 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 W P& o% b2 \) `8 J& L/ Z0 |' n# d! LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 i+ Z4 C- U; m& |8 V- o+ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 Q8 p% C0 n( R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 X9 i. ]2 |" s: n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 e" |5 h7 C% L6 q4 W# X2 s' p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 M* |6 p- |6 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' h5 z& R4 F' WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 C2 v. V7 g$ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % I8 t$ B; z" x* c5 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : z1 z2 s2 E: ?9 U1 C+ s5 ?9 D$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
' |, a3 [7 C! D8 b. j4 THow you tried to set them free, 0 Q' d9 ?2 M) b3 l A, Z0 S2 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, / I8 ]/ l" d6 h3 \$ `* W
Perhaps they never will. |
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