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! q0 R0 }# h4 y. S" xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 e$ P; Z9 s) D, O: q) f/ B. a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 |' d2 P7 r! O7 c8 c. |2 O% A9 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 a) Q- F/ ^* _3 J( n$ D, c: OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% Z% Q' j' `9 q4 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: r; ?; v; Q" e0 ?+ kHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 Q9 E/ c9 Z. m$ p9 X0 d
How you tried to set them free,
G0 [) s0 W4 G' ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 s/ ?6 b, P! a0 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; F7 C3 a a0 T+ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Y6 C; c0 p$ ?( n) ?/ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 G/ V" ^* x1 F+ e0 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 @7 C2 m: s! G& n/ z
( t8 z7 @" j( ?. z ^0 e0 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. I! m5 K% {( s. {7 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . g- L# |! h, _3 ^+ {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + k. |- ^& [: R. C3 O2 m, E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. N6 B+ x9 k- V* t% h, `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / X+ D3 j7 m+ {3 z' s( }
+ m; C5 [7 U6 T( ~( dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I; v* x, K7 j' |( n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- P6 s5 d8 J# i3 p4 S2 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 J' j7 _; w4 j8 R9 @" i% K. U
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, 0 c1 T* z) N9 M' S
How you suffered for you sanity,- }: Y$ R; l+ m6 d3 j
How you tried to set them free, ; V% h8 u' ^: _$ O* {6 X% U
They would not listen they're not listening still, , M$ j, J6 d& k4 K2 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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