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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " I8 G7 H& g6 t4 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. k6 A! r$ H/ D% I0 ?) ^- hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. o3 V& ]5 J0 w! G7 G/ `8 p5 V) kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 u0 h) I6 \ ]0 m' h7 Z) X! \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( z) p$ c2 _. p& zHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ V% `2 `6 Y, [: B! fHow you tried to set them free, 6 |0 g* \3 U9 x- q4 J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! r2 R) F* m+ H. j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 x# ?0 F/ L5 l- p4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Q" v6 ~ e% g& X$ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 l9 u) f& [1 |" ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! d1 b$ s& |1 I" {: V
" ^8 |5 M! m' Z) ^+ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! g( Q% u5 |9 H, t5 ~1 ]4 S7 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
r: @8 V8 @# Z. p, Y) eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) b( v0 K3 w8 U. w" z7 u" V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ w9 j& g0 r3 j4 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & L5 R# U# h; C/ p) L, e: z" G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + j2 u+ d5 P& F! b6 N. P$ {/ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 C0 _* f. |6 Q7 I! M' {% s+ Y4 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' r4 i1 c5 d9 Q* [4 |$ y% C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
y3 Q' \: F4 o8 \1 o, W' fHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ @2 U; D4 q6 uHow you tried to set them free, # h" C3 v3 \! p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' p( z9 ?9 N0 s+ i/ d, ?" a- z
Perhaps they never will. |
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