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5 c! z, m# P. k& G; sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ]+ D% _ E0 M/ I+ p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + L* B- ]& V: f# T1 a$ |9 T5 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ?1 ]* F2 j( m3 R/ Y/ iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 y, J& k7 L. w: ]0 C" _4 A: YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ F C5 Q. r4 J9 h2 m
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 {9 q% h& `- w( l
How you tried to set them free,
3 u8 ~3 U3 Q1 C- s7 Q( LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . T1 c4 O; F6 v. o# p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - s& w/ \) m4 O/ r) ^2 x; T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' j+ H( E7 {8 r L) o( A) w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 `; q9 s3 R! ~) c. R- h; m3 C
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,
5 u# V8 ?. g0 u! cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 E7 U, W8 W4 S7 e( \; H+ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: k4 O# Z" l* o, m. X' {But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 A& U& _- s, B( F4 Z( }0 i! i7 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) r. _ |2 ^/ m) e7 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 J; E% G, t$ g- X$ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& S3 k+ B; n$ V; D1 y- cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" H' w8 R/ D" |" [7 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, Q' W( e0 o5 [2 Z' INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. R3 x: o5 X6 X- S8 ~6 P, aHow you suffered for you sanity,. N( R: g$ B, M# w+ y
How you tried to set them free,
# q+ a8 v# F# IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# [/ B' `6 E( L* r0 nPerhaps they never will. |
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