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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 f# ?6 Q6 W9 G) r$ {& e" l8 F0 h+ _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , `, W; B4 }2 W7 _% `. ~- b" `5 O# X$ |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# c7 @9 N! t$ @- JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! j9 b: D7 t7 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: b" T3 @! I! A- u0 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ j9 L; M& C! D$ ]How you tried to set them free, , a6 Y& L3 u% \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 M! K* F( K; c- N( Z( _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# E' W) k3 O7 }( T! j3 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 Y& V3 P1 h( g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & S5 z' r$ W( I2 O/ r8 N& V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / \+ u4 _5 D9 v
& s7 t3 u% E: |- g8 ~. f! x; `$ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( X" \1 n7 q3 @; z# L9 m' gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 R6 x/ |9 R7 R: \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 f S1 W6 K- O$ R0 c W' P2 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% [ ?6 W6 M$ B: A1 k" U8 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 w( o0 f( \3 z" K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # H2 E5 D/ P9 Q4 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * ~ e' x4 d; z& s' i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ u) p$ V6 ?* w4 s$ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - Z; W- ]4 {: s
How you suffered for you sanity,
; n; ^' ]* ~2 P" B0 o" kHow you tried to set them free, ( O3 s. n0 y7 z3 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" Q( X$ q% K& r3 `Perhaps they never will. |
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