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7 l, y2 M( F/ M+ Y4 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 w8 K! s* w+ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 t. |$ h6 y2 y" Z Y: LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' U6 {9 k+ b. B3 o+ @- t8 {, ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( J3 b7 L5 c# T7 E! w6 i# k# G9 O5 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 @9 b$ ~6 q6 LHow you suffered for you sanity, + o. b) s5 }0 Q
How you tried to set them free, : V0 K: K9 S/ L2 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 h* C" N# h# t7 }9 K! e- Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " m' E |( o- l2 g+ J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, p5 i1 P# @0 c- z, K/ MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 X# f8 e* \6 e! p+ X) R. OWeathered 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,
y! n* m4 K8 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! t9 }; r4 ]% J7 f, bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- T( n, S' h Q4 V( u/ BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ [( W+ o; p' ^3 l; oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* L, m7 P* C" ?) h+ \: Z* d- SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 q5 K1 Z# E& qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' d) D9 |$ t0 P# |" ?* R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 B. y4 S/ W# a/ f
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,
6 N7 N( u" T6 c0 c" Z( OHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 d0 p* b% i+ I( D* w' ~How you tried to set them free, 5 ?& k. J6 B; @$ U) I6 z. m& G" O
They would not listen they're not listening still, & @& M& A/ d! x8 E* j; ~7 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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