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* f0 B# u$ @8 f" ]6 C6 T" j4 w, K* jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Q6 B5 i# o# h- g* i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ^6 E) [& U* ?4 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
H j: K4 A0 a) h hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% M" L( W6 q' P+ {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: v* m, p; V9 H% o7 s" @6 V- hHow you suffered for you sanity, ! Y: D* @: W. d4 j0 F: t0 \
How you tried to set them free, 1 J/ v. n* W) [' s. a j! e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 K2 G! z7 T! F. f1 Z4 [: h! B' dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 X, q4 u# y Z" R9 G8 s9 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 C& \- g+ ~) P/ A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 M e& i7 M, J* n# y$ r( y: d0 l
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,
' H% `% b5 `3 z/ U- AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . v8 p" c6 M2 |+ X, w8 Y, I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ]4 f/ L1 v4 [, ]2 Q2 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, * R6 K2 h4 D( U6 S- L) ?4 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) D/ P. X) w9 ?6 |* [; g SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* p; j$ x% t; A, FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 w& Z2 H) x( S) o7 ~# BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , t0 h, }9 A( x T0 A2 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 w7 I0 q8 X" }6 f
8 j% b1 l- }9 S A' z7 k; yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . J% y: a1 e! f) b, i. B8 s
How you suffered for you sanity,8 z+ {2 n$ q$ q! j% ^
How you tried to set them free, 6 V( r( Y2 j R8 @9 L0 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 }1 N2 M( h8 f: h3 DPerhaps they never will. |
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