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6 j# [4 w" V8 x0 v aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # C9 D6 w- B& e% B5 ]: V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, K; o( E; z1 N" S& [8 i* e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! t- P$ y0 b. d6 b5 q* WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 O1 U! f7 S6 H- B9 F+ K6 r( Y5 ]; i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 S; b1 e$ l! |& O4 {# o
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ B3 p- c$ P, w5 C& cHow you tried to set them free, 2 [9 R& V2 I6 S `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 M: r* y% q( D: @ c5 G. \9 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% Y) w4 m8 j6 ^4 ^* N+ r: U4 m# YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! |: R6 p2 L, |: PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : `3 p7 _1 \0 f8 f$ p
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, ; k0 {6 D4 n2 ~* Q5 e0 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : `6 q: O$ i: M& y; C4 b$ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . o! h, G3 L/ E, S9 I; Y/ R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 r$ t6 f0 y$ _0 w0 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 a5 X8 o& w, ~# Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 I! p% k3 x( n% B5 ~$ R* L7 A( \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 {: X* Y) q( ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . j4 t. i$ K7 l/ Y4 u( D5 O0 Z% e
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,
* C6 ?$ P6 t8 aHow you suffered for you sanity,8 K# U: |* \( v. G' N1 v! g0 h/ p
How you tried to set them free, 5 t7 C6 _ t" h
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ s- z; b1 k9 g' G2 \! ^- X: u: _: X
Perhaps they never will. |
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