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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 A- n U" K1 w& \2 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : }" N. A7 E$ A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Z4 c7 Z d3 o/ N6 J0 P- nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 e' [: n+ p. E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* w w! P0 z) K' f" q, T/ wHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 J! C! i+ W9 g' s
How you tried to set them free, " Z) _# u, q' y1 v& g8 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ~" a$ L3 V4 }5 s5 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , n5 a- J* y }! E3 C4 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Q; c0 D( L7 z7 c0 T, Z; g' eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" @8 r% _% q" D) HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 f8 g6 y- C! j- G; R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; u$ d" y1 ?0 V1 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 c! D" S" a% L0 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - z: C% U3 B- b7 e0 Q8 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ?& A, I% G4 l1 m. E+ b, XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ^$ m2 f8 G: A8 ^' D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; T5 Z6 T$ u9 R* U1 S3 M; D$ L5 e. RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : h5 C& V4 i; H" z) r- F2 ^% o- B8 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " T6 t6 N5 L% U7 @6 B
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, . G f+ h6 Y# K; j& i" Z2 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,) `$ g6 c+ J) k0 z+ |$ f; z! |
How you tried to set them free, D! D, t, b! Z% t1 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 \! F8 [, c) t dPerhaps they never will. |
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