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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 T' S4 Z; x- }. d0 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + S" l) U1 Z, q$ }/ \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' Z$ `* I. l$ a: \; E7 Z) [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- F8 n- l, l- Q+ G# O$ vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- X7 _& M' |$ Y c1 S+ j* a0 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
: P5 Z9 o6 _" f: I+ A. t OHow you tried to set them free,
% w. Z6 K: s+ I) k; q; EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# c6 E/ n2 |/ p' k; i' rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 I5 L( v# v, V# i: s3 ?) B* P" ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & A+ b+ V. \- ~ Y, U: n/ ~; j" W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ `) a! @2 l) b' Q4 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) J; [+ L# m/ F4 p6 u! |/ i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Q2 ?$ N4 o6 z. L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * h8 q1 g" {; ~; }8 G5 C' G7 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& l& @0 ~$ y b% z8 X' u7 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. w( P6 m9 _3 x; |7 h6 ~' n+ e2 M
( _, u, O9 x$ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 V% x7 R B" z0 Q2 p: C4 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ V8 }6 C! [3 t" x$ e1 W. \! k* `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " _% X: {, R7 E' z; c- R6 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 j/ P3 B3 H9 O& D: j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ f9 |4 c0 T6 MHow you suffered for you sanity,. U9 X1 n W* `4 W) m0 A5 F
How you tried to set them free, : C3 w8 M7 n5 l- p$ C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 z% h5 F `* U5 v" o0 w1 UPerhaps they never will. |
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