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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , Y/ V: k; R1 \* b7 Q: X% q0 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 f. b8 H" R0 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ l9 I& f; b, l( p# [2 K4 @0 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 [8 ~- v6 d/ M7 i* J9 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! W8 A9 ?) B+ c7 `4 f6 q! m9 W5 u9 K1 C) |
How you suffered for you sanity, & L& A- i; x( Z( E8 |( d
How you tried to set them free,
2 s6 P9 @ W! S; O# cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 }. ~2 @- m- i2 i! G! p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 w, `! Y3 x' USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" |1 S: N) U" C% q7 z/ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - B& z5 \/ k4 j1 C. h# r8 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! \8 W1 B) _7 R. k' DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: m2 y7 j# D; \' P% q" P0 e) BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) |& O p8 J: e! \) l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, c! \ u% O2 o1 c! ^: k; sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 j7 v5 `: e6 f; mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . E1 k* Z, o- }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / }# o8 \+ s. i" R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % n6 U: ^' p5 X! }) m6 A8 B4 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 s" k1 s( Z- \2 ^% d3 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ~# @; l( p! G( @0 ^) [8 X% T. @
; l6 ~: ]4 S/ w4 N% \- {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 X, @9 j b! a. R
How you suffered for you sanity,2 T- M; |# d- x1 j- m
How you tried to set them free, : G+ S& a" ?, z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 d6 M* _3 w8 B2 a0 \7 K+ O, D/ k HPerhaps they never will. |
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