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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + p- }( D# F3 Z, ` F; j& {/ Z% F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 s6 C, Y3 Y% s5 ?; z* |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 ?4 ^/ P; ~: `. ?$ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % s. m# d' W7 ~1 W; g1 Q( D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ n+ }4 S" a' L3 r
How you suffered for you sanity, + Z3 @% y) c& z; ?% E; ~
How you tried to set them free,
6 f/ d) Y z- aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 Y6 w: _# T: W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 k9 S8 l, j& q2 z9 R: v- bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % z o+ \( h" w+ J$ c k$ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 l [) K5 M! J$ {6 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , H0 |8 k8 e- K0 H$ N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; F$ i6 F! S+ Y; x5 p8 H; J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 |0 f& R! n) \' J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * F* @2 I# U" x0 [# t8 Z9 J* O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 E: |& s& z0 _, D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & E, x4 X2 `6 o( k W
' A+ f( Z9 \+ b( N1 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, y$ o4 w' j: q3 U3 Q5 |% W% A3 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& O1 P) M$ ~, V& T _ I4 l: ^; ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ?( k. c m5 g S, m# `. }4 [/ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ K h( D7 Y0 } d6 s6 f3 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) i' s' p; q! P+ z6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
% C/ b" x7 c2 D S3 H9 u+ VHow you tried to set them free,
' W( T" [# |! B1 _2 M. l0 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 O3 a }( c/ I5 a# vPerhaps they never will. |
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