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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) P; \& G$ y, g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& d) E5 T7 a0 e* e' v+ }- IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, j$ K: O$ p# V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ I3 d: d, x- A* Z, y/ g7 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- R6 b% m( ?5 ^% wHow you suffered for you sanity,
( H' O5 l+ G6 [+ N9 HHow you tried to set them free, V2 K- Z& T6 U$ ?1 c9 e" \9 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. k, ~2 y, f+ ~; G1 J: s1 N0 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) j; _- I- u# y b4 {* j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; h1 s+ |# K1 I7 g0 T, [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; D3 i) M O4 T, G3 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 B' ^% \. m/ u- U4 F1 w
; \+ D# B6 x4 V* |1 Q: \5 G G: D: ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / }* s& G; A, l/ M# x7 [. w1 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 k6 g! Y+ I( w# s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. n& f% S1 q: t1 r* I9 u7 x& aBut I could have told you, Vincent, & U/ ~ D! Q5 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& b6 G, ~ ` b- _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 n2 d$ ?& n7 c8 [) R& m" |( {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . H' h" K" v [/ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 b' j( u$ l! k2 H6 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% _) D$ o. s0 r7 u- F! VHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 P8 @% Z8 l" g2 G4 AHow you tried to set them free,
& l3 V* b1 ]- i2 y$ OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 L; n7 g8 ~( i0 y6 xPerhaps they never will. |
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