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4 M% O7 _1 |7 r, ^( T* U9 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 {0 z/ z {5 W' f0 {% E/ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 b7 n1 _ S' v) w8 Q3 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 Z' d# k x: f1 o) VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) i4 t, p$ |8 a* l: G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 m: A& }1 T0 D% }5 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, $ Z; ?! M! q i
How you tried to set them free, . f M4 X" z0 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& B5 ?" i4 V. O, `+ i' n& e5 m- x: kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + \: H6 u0 F0 g6 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 @' @$ y, t0 Y4 O3 G# l$ lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - L, V% G3 {1 t l$ W$ |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' K9 r9 D2 Q& D/ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D1 C. _4 w! \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% s4 k7 d/ Q. f9 }4 `. A6 {8 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
: G/ ?8 L" n; s0 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 q1 D* y$ n/ ^5 J- N
/ j/ j8 Y X9 b6 B1 d5 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , Q, G; g: j# r2 z. ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- y7 U& _2 ]% E$ m$ F3 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# x/ b1 I* T5 h6 w; c2 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 n# `6 q8 U' x& w6 F0 a
1 h# F: f( t; l8 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " h, p0 w3 f( t
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 J* }/ b# |9 zHow you tried to set them free, 9 m! c# n/ }5 h( q m) F+ z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. U+ p# ?9 e; p/ Y4 Z4 OPerhaps they never will. |
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