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: E+ D, N3 Y) M, J7 m6 P* mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 h! t( H" v) ] vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 y1 U* P: x7 N4 I1 m. D4 F2 v" l! U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) A2 d, v6 f1 u9 \; B; i/ X: j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 y5 h8 D0 I* c" I6 j B0 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 C2 p7 ]! E, r8 B4 C+ o3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ R9 D; L9 \2 R0 pHow you tried to set them free, G8 j6 H% @* }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 N! M/ f+ i% W6 H, x9 ]% G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! @% H5 [' I+ F( l9 s( P& j, TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # B: X. G- S7 b. G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 \$ A7 ~/ b" e1 t& g9 I' R& J
Weathered 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,
4 w7 y" j+ a3 c- D D$ r9 Y4 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 D5 _0 C( O& F% x- ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 h) \) S) Y& ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 I' ~8 J7 l0 p" ~7 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( p6 U; U% R" c( g
/ R6 q* ]9 s% `7 V! wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' \1 ]8 W. ?4 u# v% J& C% y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ?1 c0 j! P0 p1 E" z% v3 [/ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 }/ z; M1 F. [' U" s2 [, h. Y8 e; DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' X, ?# g( M: V. Y% t# ~" T. t) }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' B7 J! D! I p( J! `
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ e2 p. u$ o j# a8 OHow you tried to set them free, % S3 V" B, d: T* g1 B6 {* j8 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, + }; ?) n4 }- D' F$ x: k
Perhaps they never will. |
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