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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 d/ h$ `5 M1 P6 f g C+ R# n3 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Q7 A1 \ u1 y9 I; MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; [! P8 M( x: [! F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ~" {) H! B+ I" A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* Y/ D: O0 }6 K3 V% F5 GHow you suffered for you sanity, - b* D- U; Z4 U) o6 g# {3 a
How you tried to set them free,
' p# q9 d; Z% `" U) D* tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ I: d# E3 [! w. s7 Z* H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " O. ~4 L: X! a+ R' U ?, _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % A$ a$ E9 F4 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ z# a# m$ k8 @" |' M$ D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ j3 P; g0 i! M8 a8 ~
+ r( `8 Y3 [. Q: |- OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + h1 I' j3 w& j4 P- X* x8 Y) @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; H( f# e% h, @) x% d( jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 c& B' J s) K+ `! W' x3 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 p; A/ H0 G: @5 M) {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 e g- I, u- [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, c/ u, K R: y. ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: d. W, g9 ]* N' [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; x4 Q" A+ Y$ J. m0 ^8 r1 t
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, ! j- E( z1 ?: M% Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
* _: M8 A- X2 L1 ]5 _How you tried to set them free,
3 f1 b; B3 G1 M6 b7 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; X' C3 X7 B' X) C) A6 m! u$ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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