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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * A# {! E! E. L, i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# D- X3 a9 u' b KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, A% K6 j8 b# D2 G6 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " g3 t; D) v# y' T( u, k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 [6 G; G& D6 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, # M; \' [7 [7 N- z! x, A$ ~
How you tried to set them free,
+ I7 T2 O0 l' X- x- Z% T1 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 G) q/ G+ A" G* h$ K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Q3 p" F" E" }# |! J* n: j* ^+ f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 i" H+ N! D* x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 e8 p- ^: P( b4 f4 u- ?( P- t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Y* h* c) Q% F" h) C: X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Q$ X* B k, ]5 P$ b, s0 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- w! S! e& j# o3 `9 G5 G5 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 }2 ]3 p) }5 H, L" LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 I. W7 h+ H6 `4 B9 S- c7 l3 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; N: c- j$ _& C: s9 y% t8 ]
0 a4 ~1 p& c" |/ K6 A X5 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . F! p' j" U+ [8 t- x3 _& d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 d. C' R, U2 i n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* W+ d2 Z7 V/ C NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 v' z4 Y" z( p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 g5 a: q! }/ P- b& g9 I, uHow you suffered for you sanity,& y4 {" e) R- n s; R8 p& a: U
How you tried to set them free,
, f' P# W, b7 K9 g- ~3 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, , E$ o# A( r0 b2 C- H- q7 E% l
Perhaps they never will. |
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