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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . _; {4 E1 P1 E/ F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 d- x5 Y1 N% n) t# o) vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 e/ ] s& [: }5 v) J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 L9 c$ _, W, ~ s& j9 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
t- J0 J& U) N8 l* fHow you suffered for you sanity,
- @" @3 m3 B6 {( t- P- SHow you tried to set them free,
) o7 R- I' ]" |8 X* VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( C& D4 r4 w2 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* v- [8 n# T" d" E& V8 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 \* V- `% Y. v4 k A7 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 l: w; Z. T# N. |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- z/ h( v7 r8 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 b. `+ y/ N/ Z1 v; z2 o( I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. |$ B0 v5 u% H X) Q; }$ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) X9 _5 r/ d9 e2 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% w. {' |- q; M2 W/ C$ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ v( D8 F6 f6 r0 ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; Q. ], |; X; o2 |+ l9 k+ |) tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( e* x, D$ o0 Z- O3 t% v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g4 B3 u$ v! W8 P1 pThe 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, 3 N+ N' _5 ?9 O* j2 q' x% [
How you suffered for you sanity,( \" _& _, K" Q/ i0 J
How you tried to set them free,
) r; y7 a, Q( u; w; N( i& K) e6 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! p/ t i4 a6 \+ F/ ]7 T! lPerhaps they never will. |
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