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: ]: s- T4 s5 M9 H( t$ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ M7 T0 j0 S4 C8 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' \" q2 e1 [# d$ |* t, BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 s& \4 N1 V+ ], q' R. u+ f6 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 f* Z7 k. M6 r/ o) S* y& @ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; w j; E& w. A5 h6 m7 T+ h( f
How you suffered for you sanity, P1 {* L' M+ k
How you tried to set them free,
# V5 C$ r( s9 N+ M7 k7 u FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 S' n" E- P6 L5 `6 b" xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 U$ k, m. D2 w6 G8 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ?8 Q( j8 l% i4 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 K& X5 u0 y* @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - _& B& D! }% ]: q
: d# a+ _' l, [; q' q+ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 W, k) I' S/ m" bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 I! d `5 u, d6 h/ B3 C- ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' o- J( W, k' A# ~" H2 i3 [- W0 V1 H$ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 E8 p* r9 W* L! c% {9 w0 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ m2 r. E% t7 f8 ~/ { Q, U' B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 s+ I. b5 \4 [0 X3 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 w8 p' a) ]0 I! O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ [% g/ k0 d. l& U: eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & C: E$ y. A% p, j" z9 M
How you suffered for you sanity," X. p6 w2 @9 u; C8 d# Q& C
How you tried to set them free,
A# u9 n) g$ g, s! f L" PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 Q% e n0 Y$ ^2 v3 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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