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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^1 P; B3 F8 N, c6 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 b! b6 C5 C f# o# m3 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 h t+ ^- V* H/ E3 Z6 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 v+ ~, K* Y& |9 x; ?8 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! P, C+ w! {* f( g. dHow you suffered for you sanity, Q" a$ w6 l; Z
How you tried to set them free,
* M% F/ c5 j. X5 e8 w' [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. i! G L( A. \* A7 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # A' \0 ^; p& T$ |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! g1 n3 [3 N+ ?/ [) m3 r4 I8 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) d7 `7 c6 P4 [, G4 d* y) o3 C2 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 |9 p9 Z5 [' d6 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Z. D6 F3 @' c, g& d5 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ]$ r) M+ n9 e& D9 X0 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - E N e+ ]# `1 D! ~# u3 y$ O
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( R, {% M" o7 d2 [$ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! _/ d+ p; C$ t9 Y! q0 ]. ~( dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : @! W& [2 i1 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 F: a b4 v- x' u, O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # B9 P! Z4 h* N7 h! _% _$ [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + b) Q! b5 A& h
( @$ R0 s- b1 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! U1 ?0 G/ K" ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 w% S. V5 ]9 ]4 i- {' l5 [How you tried to set them free, 9 i" {; B* _! L }7 M! e* h" n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 T3 k4 f5 W6 O0 r& Y* lPerhaps they never will. |
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