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- E1 r$ p7 F5 S* h( I4 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' {- i/ u6 q: m2 x9 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 C/ ^* R& u' x* ]8 g) `# o; W5 [$ oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% \! @. F8 j: BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- X' K0 `0 a* aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) @# `3 {3 g; J4 l( a! L' j
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 f0 b" r( ?/ k8 i: r5 |
How you tried to set them free, + {7 r! `2 x/ Q/ j; d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 }4 l2 U/ ^+ p. B+ O& {4 h3 p. W2 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ?! k+ Z: l. i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 H$ S: f* L# l& A& Q) G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; t! u5 D+ A( c9 k# X- bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : ]3 z- k, b+ T$ B, p L/ h* }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 D7 n- H, N! {. u% I( G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% b9 \0 n+ E) U8 e$ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" x' s1 q' {) w; zBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ `2 f- a! k) W; F8 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + o" ~' p! Y$ N# k' K
# g) r" Z7 O1 L+ `: \ b2 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' j: u9 |; n) ~5 G1 H4 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
}8 d6 I S1 q$ y% {+ N: o) QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 u, z& [9 O5 R2 n/ w' i3 Z5 b" F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 |; @# M8 x' G- V6 H7 T
! M D! r7 |2 r4 f9 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) n0 Y6 F* B7 n7 j$ `/ W" t9 ^How you suffered for you sanity,0 ^ a; m( k; Y) P
How you tried to set them free, . ?& M8 K( P5 Z, Y6 E7 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; c, k+ G% Q6 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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