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( ?; v. k, ^9 V& qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- a7 \, M7 E$ q: _; aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 |9 t: q" Q2 a7 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F0 V C7 {+ c& a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; }0 O; K. }( L! @% g- L& L O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 F# k4 B W$ ~% q' _- [
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 g/ K/ M3 t$ Y. A, u oHow you tried to set them free, : t" w; r# i9 D1 y5 n' z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! w) G/ \* Q; j5 m6 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! F" j$ ^* U9 V: ~) X" S% S+ e# u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 E" e. ~" ] Y4 R; W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; K4 ]" [" U6 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # G6 N4 d) V- @+ j* [" [) k0 H* }: ]3 Z
6 \% C4 O8 i6 k2 H, qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 k. i1 x9 d: s7 [/ h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
Z P" f: k3 {; PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % N: n7 R+ ~" P7 y; u4 |7 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" C# P u0 O5 p* L% e$ U5 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 M/ W9 S) L% Y) `/ v4 _$ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: V& j* E5 k0 w7 _3 k6 M7 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
~7 J {/ e8 O- [2 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' E( i# K# r6 T/ C3 D8 N' z. _. G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # X) a' k' c$ M8 m/ G
How you suffered for you sanity,9 X' K* W8 x% i) H
How you tried to set them free, & X/ v' T9 X y" c [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! Z# T. }: W4 y' S9 D; Q* aPerhaps they never will. |
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