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; F( l) o+ G- J: a5 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* H; \& E! v( O" z( S9 i! ^* GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. ~0 Y0 c, Z5 H! ]6 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 t5 n0 k% {, R X6 c; LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 }9 A0 d! M3 I" T6 B7 S3 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. H c! \+ z3 ?0 a/ J+ Q& }, e; U/ SHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 ]0 z& |. ~6 z( s4 ~
How you tried to set them free,
3 C+ X! @( B7 x. N, \0 O- q9 d! [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & C7 y6 V: d% I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" b7 [7 t- t- ?' D o4 J/ d, ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 y# T9 `* O% e9 t6 W4 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' u# a, Q4 N; s3 @# t3 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 o- p( m/ `' O& Q3 \. QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : [. ^) f! Q8 E- t; |2 u( C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 h) E. ?& U( ~7 b1 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' t" `: q" n; Y3 z; U' L6 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, , [7 V8 M1 v+ j$ H8 Q1 ` d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! n$ a: Q! T$ K" u3 A/ ~3 _! Q
; s9 k. H) J/ w1 g: G HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ Q, v) S4 X& N; L5 m( `8 v- U' |; VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' D7 E: {8 c P. nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, H+ Z3 i% w: ]1 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 ?5 @6 ~0 i8 }4 G# hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . W( d# z9 y( e' S
How you suffered for you sanity,$ k& L5 {. Q/ s6 H g. i( ~' s7 { T
How you tried to set them free, - N0 p2 R0 L; F' T, P3 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 H6 T: n+ a' \7 w8 k; h7 j- _
Perhaps they never will. |
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