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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' B' l' a& M, P, |! j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 F+ F3 ~6 d/ r/ A3 u$ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 l! H8 N! I* C6 m; o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ y* e$ x" l% YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! @3 y- a1 _, o( O' p; K" N- z/ Q" sHow you suffered for you sanity,
- Q; L, ]; r# r' mHow you tried to set them free, , z2 k& {( Y' v' X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # U! x) B* X0 q& ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ?9 c, `6 P! S) v3 Z3 _! QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 O1 s* f9 S! `7 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; _0 S4 B. N6 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , P" \7 d9 I6 q, D$ a' w$ [9 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , F9 a% J( K! M4 a" E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Q2 @, O6 [" Z. P) o7 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: B$ M8 H5 f, _! `# w3 I& RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. u) }7 B5 B% ?2 `+ qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' E/ ]6 U: H8 ?# l8 F1 X. X% [5 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 l1 Q! l' t9 s7 |3 C8 v; x0 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 f9 s0 N4 Y6 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 A8 m1 k, U' w6 a" [4 V) Y$ O. K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 I: o S; ^, m& g& T1 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
L; o4 ^# W# m5 I; V+ e. AHow you suffered for you sanity,
% G+ m" b4 n: X% o1 C" KHow you tried to set them free, * J( ^/ Q9 M. @+ }# a5 I2 X. @# O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: {1 Y- O Z6 h$ f! q0 S) tPerhaps they never will. |
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