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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ~' P3 D# X5 b2 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , j' s4 W8 G3 G& j& K' L% \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 @/ ^. D! u6 a+ S# M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 R& t$ Q$ H; t; ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ k; K, z% b% @7 Z: f9 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 q& m2 q) J$ h. p0 b6 `1 O0 NHow you tried to set them free,
. C" [1 ]. \4 T( ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# V: v6 ?. C! G) aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 @3 ^5 }) ?" T' ?; z- aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) N1 Q- ~: w0 J$ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - r* p O7 z7 Z/ o+ V3 h$ u( \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! `% _, P. E% S/ ?: q. D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 W2 S7 ?4 N$ l! U* S+ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 ?' B; [0 @8 \8 k) l% s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, g0 B% C+ C) V" H4 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, ]$ L z7 {3 C' W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 R& ~5 c1 R5 W) X: MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 O/ U+ C# `& c+ g4 ]1 u- uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 T F5 u# z" R3 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 x8 I$ z# }3 h9 w, f; n, |4 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' y+ W( b* Q M! W& Z0 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( M; p1 _) d: y
How you suffered for you sanity,2 m3 [, R' V# ]1 |% f' ~
How you tried to set them free, - A3 D6 [# P/ p6 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 L9 {' {, t! B/ m# i6 ~3 _Perhaps they never will. |
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