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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * v: O. X7 e. Q# ?3 I% q; v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , J* p7 J1 l5 m5 o; I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, h: \8 f, E$ M% Z1 F" }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 @! Z4 M3 [: m; H# G2 m- @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 {/ p. L) H/ } s5 E7 v5 ] w& J! [How you suffered for you sanity,
1 h+ b. H# S, v0 a" XHow you tried to set them free, ; R- ^0 |3 {8 p% ~1 P* @; X# F6 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' `( L1 k& }+ M8 v/ IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . C7 L3 V9 y0 X8 [$ ]( F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: a( `2 D( `; w9 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" c" F# T0 j) w- W5 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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]! W( p' \7 n8 j- XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % Z- a) Y, u* F f% p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - z; h" B7 I3 I' I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 s7 K( ]0 D. _/ J9 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; P+ K5 m6 R/ B0 N4 Q+ I5 k( G) X mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( e9 v8 U- X; aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 b- b. ~- E; d2 p2 e( ~9 ?# \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Y" |8 i- b+ U$ E* Y5 g5 M3 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! V/ t7 L+ b( _8 v. p' `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % G7 E) g8 G6 h: V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! b$ ]" u7 H0 z# a
How you suffered for you sanity,: h, r! b/ w1 {0 `+ q
How you tried to set them free, 9 ?% r+ ^2 Q& v# R7 w; {5 R1 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 J$ d5 u) L1 _6 ?* qPerhaps they never will. |
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