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/ L6 a& A/ z: b+ Z d+ kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 M4 `8 Y. \/ C/ ^1 o3 D7 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , `. U G! p! ~2 m/ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) g8 z. I$ `) w8 k5 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( \) _9 Z6 ~, ~: D4 o% i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 w# P1 s3 ^. n% t: Z' w
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 G- b7 r/ d7 N
How you tried to set them free, 7 w% Q! r2 q( O: g& m" n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 l5 |& h4 _" L" H* SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ^- u& F2 E) h* E6 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . Y( ?1 c& l+ n7 p* j" J; j% M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 n# D y* ~6 {7 D! O( |+ W3 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 L: j& `9 y. }4 X, F
' m$ ^' y- q; Q0 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ z! A. @' a0 N# @: V$ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 \- ~- d: `8 G$ b& O9 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , @; y( e6 w2 [& e R7 i- ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( }; y; n' t3 |1 z I* e+ NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 \3 Y1 F6 n- w1 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; D8 H; L5 q, Y/ p) C f: W; @2 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( n9 x x+ Q. k u2 C. t& a: Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 s' n( ]& Y* k3 o- x+ D m6 _
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,
; G* e9 u$ O d: p- f, Y# ?How you suffered for you sanity,6 I, ~8 d: ]' ~. j0 X! ~* g
How you tried to set them free,
5 }0 \+ @ h( qThey would not listen they're not listening still, , Z7 d" E5 x2 u2 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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