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7 S6 p- B5 L9 J% ] i4 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ d' F/ i6 R9 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / N! F6 m# R% V( l% {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ Z0 r2 V8 B' G) n+ h u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 \+ v* ?+ I& S; u3 ^0 q/ Z8 n; A6 a; WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: l- o4 f+ y P% a: t, m) B0 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 J5 x" T$ A5 i* b1 OHow you tried to set them free,
, ^/ N/ `" ?6 C* a2 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 x0 o% C4 Z% s6 D: |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, `8 i( k& `, j; g8 Z" k* }( N& u$ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" l+ i$ U' E. Y# E2 P5 P+ @/ CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 F: X0 I0 c! f* [2 ]" r6 r9 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & \* [1 c K" q/ D2 } Z: w
' c9 V! m) s4 s# `- D6 P) aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , T! k$ s$ l- x# W3 v0 j; n8 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 x1 a6 V8 j& T% q! g) w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : X7 P% |5 u) o9 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; O9 l7 y- Y/ B; g# DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Q, K! Q* ?9 r4 V/ m2 K
0 X7 O0 {6 V1 C# K# ~9 \& gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ A6 U+ N$ _9 l5 j4 Y3 o tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 B: }# j s+ @1 L) H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 Q0 }* ^# d( b: BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 q4 e& c1 x+ S' K% ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
s! r& t, @3 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
, V* N8 k# a! g& j+ \3 J" ZHow you tried to set them free,
: x/ e7 l7 t I; J% ^( O, TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; I- m1 Q$ k) P' E* ?Perhaps they never will. |
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