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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# \( L. ]% i: E7 m1 V! ~2 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : r; p- N! a: N- c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- t- G3 |( _) B5 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 y; Y* a6 v. c8 k: Q0 C& x5 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; C* ?! Z8 Y0 @& W7 o' w2 p/ DHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 V2 u) u, f" U' SHow you tried to set them free,
& ~" I7 U$ \' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 P: l/ Q- }% D4 @) n# ~: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 [, h3 m5 R p/ Y6 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& u7 K, F) G' N, I8 v: e- P. tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 w k5 z7 ^; ]5 t0 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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l/ ~/ Y2 W* [) F3 L9 y5 j. |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ^/ G, x4 X' [0 g- h& Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, F( Y8 Q+ w% z$ pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 e H) I: s& B' |
But I could have told you, Vincent, + H; R% }$ S. V% ?+ ?1 _, O( q' ]* N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- f% t, l' m, C. ?, S; o( UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, e% A2 _+ |0 J EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * l! l* l5 y Y! E4 _0 Z0 D* k/ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; j% b' ~5 j6 E u) s6 a2 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 g" x; F4 E/ a; O8 H+ E1 p
6 y( f% s! Z0 v6 ]3 X' RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ?7 o/ X: y W. Z9 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
: \* W; O6 z/ B3 [/ c, T* `9 HHow you tried to set them free,
, N- w$ j" T. ^8 p( ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
) ]$ q& W# K* O4 I* X1 {. K$ S" @Perhaps they never will. |
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