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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' e+ \' B' T6 \9 h4 L7 q" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # B* `7 ^0 G C# S/ E: s/ z7 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 F& o7 m9 ?- H3 O% T6 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) D- j& @6 U; m4 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 }! \, ]4 D1 ]9 B# [
How you suffered for you sanity,
) M9 V% S" x/ L" Z9 VHow you tried to set them free,
4 `0 D; G Q% `' y0 x5 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ E( H: T O5 C2 ~2 ^8 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Y3 [3 Z% J8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ^4 |9 `& G0 ]4 K5 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 A) I! L' B) ^. }4 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * N+ e/ ?+ ]- v# \, V' j
0 L4 u' Q/ l! A9 k2 O9 f, sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 i& D$ c9 O# G8 d- M$ c$ y3 u/ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 C, Y" H" |/ x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 |" V* ~2 T! B! z2 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
: C# m5 k3 y) e5 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ o( |1 T, c% ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 _. r3 X( z7 N3 k6 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; n- q9 V; d7 g, H0 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 C; G E/ J( _4 V. L, d! DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + H! C# U p2 U8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,, k; M3 g" {0 C2 _$ J
How you tried to set them free,
) W) j! I* O4 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 a& {2 ?% Y% ^Perhaps they never will. |
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