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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 j3 F- A7 V: z2 k% ?& \- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * ]" E) o2 C1 P& i n% O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, q9 @& X4 q- h7 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ N1 n9 Z* I& B _9 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. `% O9 ?% I1 d% LHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 b m2 v# O. v6 U) x& W
How you tried to set them free,
2 z% c/ @, R( r: [! w, QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) B# Z# d! o) }$ R5 ?, d% X& iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ~6 f! @- b, Q- Y1 j/ h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . w" o% v: ~# \' k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Q/ r- Y+ v) W$ ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 b' X7 n. _+ |7 J
, Q; \ F; b0 @4 q9 O. p* u, kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 m! @7 k# V, ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * |) e U7 c1 `* g% ?( a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / p# m9 j, Q0 X1 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 q1 m" _5 m4 [3 U: q1 q3 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) W/ L4 F, I4 I" [& hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ]8 L3 @1 ]8 W1 U7 I/ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + _' u: h1 [% r- w
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, # D; o3 B) Z5 j' r
How you suffered for you sanity,3 y- [9 w- E: @/ s
How you tried to set them free, + v* X$ ~2 d0 A* q/ Q. i" r A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' I, ]7 i* L; k$ ?) {- |. m7 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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