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! V5 ]" e- k: E2 t5 C) D5 sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 z0 ~5 v* H! C/ a' S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 l2 K7 o3 Q1 ^% t4 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* v' Z& R0 n8 _ ?4 j. l) ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 e- U( J9 ~* y4 b# Y1 m. q4 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( [3 V9 `8 }) I+ O- W! `3 C
How you suffered for you sanity, ; Y5 \+ G1 y% g2 a0 q
How you tried to set them free, ; u- r: Y* P0 |, j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( l$ }3 z# l9 G) ^0 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 H# F, Q1 Q6 h4 h$ J8 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( |. B7 m# z: l9 ]: z& ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( P- R3 |" Z5 t6 g1 q( a
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, q, h( J1 W0 Y9 y" p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" s( Z/ _) J1 e( o4 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Z) Y1 w7 m, I& R. nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 E. M; m' G, tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 R3 M+ o+ r: O' x' H' HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ i6 t! I$ u b0 }6 y+ j9 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 O5 ~5 Y7 b. y S3 Q3 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 _) y% v8 |! L W( ~' @2 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ b1 d6 I4 T% G3 U6 }, h. Z
7 a2 e+ {/ [; Z- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 [$ s& k3 k ~2 L: _- U& `! pHow you suffered for you sanity,
) P* t1 ~- j' N' z4 |3 M$ EHow you tried to set them free, 5 ]4 P% s% [; s# k& ^' h
They would not listen they're not listening still, : f+ g* e7 }& U" q( ]9 X% K: p
Perhaps they never will. |
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