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- j4 \( R* t lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" y7 V" S4 g4 M- c8 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" f3 F2 Y- O4 h6 S, O5 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( {5 Z8 O3 c) D& q4 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ?, O, x" H6 q: p0 _* ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# t' @/ p9 s0 p9 r* \
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ C; ^4 `& J! H6 V E( zHow you tried to set them free,
! O8 T9 h7 h5 O: PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 d! z& g3 ^* b' K" z2 f# O3 {& UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & H7 L+ _) w) O# Y$ C) R! H8 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : Q; R3 d: A$ `/ K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |7 A2 \4 S7 r* a' Q+ |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! U! K# |/ M8 [9 O, J5 j, ^" C
* K' W$ i9 v" T% i& I* UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * l' G' E9 l3 A3 J8 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. W3 z7 F# t8 R7 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " |- |2 j2 r' S9 ]$ @8 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, . G, c, |3 f W; p! m( M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 E/ _! F7 z1 g" |) |- _6 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) e4 s+ i4 I! b$ i" FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 q |$ ~8 W# r$ Y) i3 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 G0 P) ]/ L( a e# p) u
8 b" M% `( }. B) Z1 `& B9 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 m* Q7 h* ~% I$ aHow you suffered for you sanity,8 M) V. p2 R. R' W2 I
How you tried to set them free,
- Z6 D( l0 s7 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, , H# t7 K% h l. e: A
Perhaps they never will. |
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