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$ n3 Z$ i7 f9 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 R- A8 G) V: z7 g& cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 S6 Q1 B7 d/ d4 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 K' b# s4 Z8 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & E% x" I6 c* ?3 q+ }6 \& _, R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, O% ]# d1 |5 N2 e0 PHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 `! [. a2 f' m/ T2 f
How you tried to set them free, 5 Q+ i$ G- A, Y! T/ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ s5 C+ K) R/ `4 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 q1 t: Z5 v+ x$ r% h# p0 b( p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 p. T% W" f$ z9 M0 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Q7 I+ o1 F- K9 E ^1 S5 [+ T: y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 i' `/ `9 p H; I" _ D3 u/ l6 |
$ u! q. g1 k0 Q, X$ n, w, K+ IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / d! c$ o: `6 [! O# r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* A5 j. m5 c4 B* ?, PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & ]* ^/ O& p# |/ @) U' C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 w4 G* V7 |3 d/ M* a: E/ N9 c- YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ?: z9 l! a7 S0 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( z7 D7 P* O: a% L6 n( _6 Y; ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ~7 t/ c+ |7 f9 p( b1 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 m" C! o0 F5 o8 W8 W# nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . l- I& [; S. T, W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) n9 E" T+ a& h6 K/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y# `8 O2 ?$ x. j# [$ f# {How you tried to set them free, ! V( K8 L$ x3 c/ g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 S7 K9 S- x0 Z$ t5 xPerhaps they never will. |
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