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: G/ l V, X: q- H) l" ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 V/ ~+ C% {3 t0 c! B* vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 d r5 o5 G, G' D3 d, a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 R( V4 @" ?3 Q4 V6 v3 i, B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / E. R V% g; j4 ]: N, j/ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Q! z' q6 Z: k9 J1 T( ]" T& Y* THow you suffered for you sanity,
# @0 n1 n7 U2 g' N( P! @! W1 MHow you tried to set them free, ( p( I* r3 L7 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. I0 e( h& x! z9 X' M4 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) O5 e" ?& b1 d$ I) [- q/ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 n2 a& o0 a6 T% W7 E# v& L# T$ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - @& {7 ]: P- Q& f/ l! u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' o, D2 o6 E1 N' [: v' |3 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 b4 e" c8 Q j/ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Q& M3 S) _2 v* v1 I: V" B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & G2 H$ }8 v% T* R4 u5 L% y* K
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' }" D+ y( x7 \) A L% {& ?4 M5 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 t! |( y- r+ u: l6 T. `" g* U: t: k
1 }; e& g% x# I" m5 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 q1 \: ~* N. m/ h0 \( _$ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 s- ^; O% p0 e# }0 w; J& [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- I& {7 C: J0 p% kThe 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, ' G0 h2 g# y4 O( i( L
How you suffered for you sanity,
, \( E" g$ H2 a7 E. WHow you tried to set them free,
( X$ Y" A6 H2 f: _5 }+ P7 i, PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) e* ?! ?3 B: W7 z+ S, S# BPerhaps they never will. |
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