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$ R( M, l8 s- RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 I7 S6 z g% A! R4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ g9 S$ j0 R" C& S4 }: I2 S! ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ e( ]$ H% x2 ]) a5 D4 X" i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; H( b, a" x s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' y) ]8 _7 \- F( J5 _How you suffered for you sanity, * ~7 n! X$ Y/ O7 e# G, {8 K, X7 Y
How you tried to set them free, 5 }+ `- A( `- w1 L1 b; e: Z F( ~: z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: o2 ~( f- Q& R8 x5 k6 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / d9 y5 \% t0 ~, a& n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, I5 v% U$ ^6 E E7 e, F4 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( X4 J" I6 }" ?# E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 h6 e/ j* W8 d. L
# Y; ~) s/ f6 z. r# \8 Z. g2 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 M* {) t7 J. z" R' b2 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + g* m) m. G! e0 J0 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; B6 N: T/ l4 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 j2 z. `! h x# g2 L& lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( l* Q4 j4 c7 [5 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; O3 `; Y$ O- }+ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 {8 A, _1 V ~& \4 n9 f2 }9 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& f+ X$ H0 I2 P2 D5 F) tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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r* T: E7 V4 u( ^2 A! t# v8 J: nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 i0 S5 c5 _4 L; Q8 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ K# v0 f8 e8 KHow you tried to set them free,
9 ^7 X, ~$ {5 L; k: JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. y: R2 w- M, E ~" A) j# X) i! z$ Y6 LPerhaps they never will. |
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