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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % @& \4 o0 F2 e7 ]4 d, z/ M8 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : o% X7 B1 p8 s6 H7 U. W5 p- D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 E8 Y: [$ x* s/ r! Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , v% H9 J8 \/ N7 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( M) [9 N; G0 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 t6 b" m+ v& a& |How you tried to set them free,
2 s6 e6 i* V+ Z( V" [1 U8 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 P- a0 X6 h/ l5 S4 _$ P1 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 z5 A; F& [$ A% uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 F2 Q( t$ C# O. @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, M" D2 E: k# b. k6 B6 @; c9 gWeathered 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, 2 L3 p' t, G+ f1 L3 y& s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " n# J* k( F# x# K: y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% \4 ?6 A; q6 }! eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 Q0 e. y' @% C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ {2 T% H+ Q& ]9 v6 \! m9 V+ AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & X7 a; {- H W6 l6 _. E- O3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: M6 M9 f" g, Q/ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & X4 [$ G7 ]( j6 l) s. p4 y
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,
" g- b7 I( e6 y: ]( d: eHow you suffered for you sanity,
- @( ]6 e+ c/ U! z& L; CHow you tried to set them free,
6 R7 I, n8 _% E) Z7 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, / U# x! b' w! Y" E- R) _4 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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