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6 K. x8 A8 w! L( o* n, E* a0 w" {* KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 V3 S4 A7 V, X( ~- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; G0 u S: ?" v, D X, DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' u; P8 K& x S' H7 l. [4 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . Y) ?, i$ \5 c9 ]6 ]# `8 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 T( H/ Z& C* C& d. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ?9 I/ i: F) r4 dHow you tried to set them free, , o( k9 `( Y: j; ? _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- h8 U( i6 j7 c$ }, NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 l) z( A3 G; A+ s" V3 \% e, H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 K( D( [+ [' g$ ~ W1 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 [9 U0 }6 s9 ^* [6 mWeathered 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, ; w4 u6 ?. d2 ]& i. @& o) Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' Z9 r/ E! g6 H8 e" S9 u8 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( A. G. \% f1 P- x1 t7 | X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, A1 n, {; B: e5 y8 { MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 i1 ?' u: F1 E2 e! B
6 L( N0 p! q5 p5 K+ O0 b+ i* rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! J' Z% L% h+ e7 v) N- k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 W: Q) l5 q4 C6 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * c' D" b5 M, U+ r. l( D( k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# F5 v$ C8 }' D. CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / v5 }* a. h, C* [" V
How you suffered for you sanity,% r; ]( U( k9 _ r9 G; Q k6 k
How you tried to set them free, 6 I! X0 V3 G& {1 V; e( _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" E& X: Z: M! ~: q ~. oPerhaps they never will. |
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