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5 x- m. s) t1 Q- P1 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 I0 j& a* [& T; j9 I: r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & C/ W5 W5 ^7 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 i- m/ |- A# q3 T6 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, i. d F! [7 D2 D, V) { VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# {+ ]. V3 U Y6 R# n
How you suffered for you sanity,
% p `" G* B6 q! V! Q) j% Y3 q; \4 ^% E! @How you tried to set them free,
6 Q0 d2 ~, c G9 S7 f4 b+ o+ i2 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 D: Q8 @- s$ X7 l- B9 G9 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + i5 ?" f, p+ f$ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 b$ k, W2 ]* g' `7 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' s0 k R6 W: n1 q) z) I0 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 O8 F/ U \ a
5 O' D2 I1 b4 ]4 l9 H# D2 f8 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! [, w+ Q; |/ U. C$ L: r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k% I8 r/ H5 D( B, o* J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 J& T# h. I0 f1 Z8 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, - q. j) f% `: {6 Z# e9 ` `% \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % @, a0 o! t$ K4 \8 J7 l+ c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . A% S0 b/ w7 H: ~/ K, }0 O' }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. p$ H9 a; |! eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) C m# j# u5 f; J RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 w. m/ c$ Q" ^/ {. m
' Q$ d+ x/ R0 v4 u9 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; v+ D3 K5 D& }3 jHow you suffered for you sanity,% Y1 m4 a# h4 E
How you tried to set them free,
! `$ ~! l# C$ Y) M/ o6 Y; b# h9 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 `4 B, u3 R# a1 W9 f4 R3 {2 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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