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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 p, P4 w2 [3 k7 o; @# H) t: e+ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; m$ ?* g- E/ R4 l n+ v* h7 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& b+ u' i0 F1 G h* SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Q( L* z4 H" h3 U6 S0 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( t2 g) C6 c5 i& lHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 m% r' S4 U- \. g8 A
How you tried to set them free,
5 s4 ?: l8 [$ \4 n# IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ~4 l: b7 @. j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ x$ z9 f! W; M; t- D. JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 a+ ]9 m7 I, W; b, F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# Z4 \; \% Y) {* f( BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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G* f, Q/ o, H, KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; e% y) ]4 t8 L& CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! r* ^& \2 Z9 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 ]& L0 Q# ?1 H, `6 [$ c+ |! U6 F9 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 E7 t- ^- V8 j& x; b! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O1 X' n# m9 {9 {- w
v+ Y3 f2 j h6 @; |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 w1 S) T1 O- {% x: t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / |- C/ t% [, v3 ?; M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # u5 k9 b% M5 [$ o% [
The 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: }% {/ M& |' e' v% G' oHow you suffered for you sanity,6 ]. g9 } J& p* C
How you tried to set them free,
( A2 j; y4 l6 p# Y; _; h6 k( ~, mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 r0 X) r# d& ?8 n6 }% o- Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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