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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 C3 v4 Z6 ]5 G* g7 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" k" l$ K# {9 k. o* |; OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ~1 f1 j3 S: N. o) p4 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, p u! R) \- E, W" n' g6 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. C& F; v- D& a
How you suffered for you sanity,
' s9 Z3 r) U2 x9 H, }' k+ D2 @How you tried to set them free, * g3 @8 m: s: W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 n3 l/ S5 D5 u5 g Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 k+ l8 N! y! D+ }6 }# o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 [8 D) R/ s) U: o+ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 i7 P9 A G) {* V- UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; E0 K* r7 u9 z$ r+ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( J1 a0 v: P; b# O* Z/ ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, e, S# N) c, \. O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 W7 F5 s2 g8 i) U/ @5 _4 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. i# B7 s, w: x# w; d* vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% t, I. ?$ h2 [/ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & V+ A* ^: v2 |; G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ]% |0 ]! {& m" i- m5 } u; }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ l0 J2 p) O5 u* ]6 F5 V$ I- m; K6 S
2 y9 `4 i4 M2 [% i9 T" ]) MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: s. m; s' @+ C! @; _How you suffered for you sanity,8 m" `$ }, Y9 Z
How you tried to set them free, $ ~7 U/ w/ o& m% l; A5 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 b4 q- x: t! p7 Z t! X Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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