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Y% q+ \% Z2 r) hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) S/ q$ q/ m. l" P8 p7 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, S4 K2 p7 `' g1 p) D& Y* l) j) pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- l6 P3 ~/ i3 l: C, G5 l; sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 b1 F C7 Y; ?" S7 `5 A/ x3 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 K9 E; Q) U3 C
How you suffered for you sanity, ! F# z V/ Q% n C0 o. B
How you tried to set them free, - R& v, L# U& F$ R* j- l6 @( n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ L% a, L& f* g, |- E( BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 V, x4 e: W. O/ \% y0 ?9 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Z2 |. R, D+ A7 W& Q% d/ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' u2 A5 x n3 O# S0 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . U2 m l" |5 G% V- q! L' b- B& ]
* L# M, k; J2 G% X& k6 s. `- DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 t' T* A, X- W. {0 d7 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) S) G& C# G8 |5 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ]. {8 h! H9 \8 K% W4 ]6 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 L7 |1 l" W" ?- W2 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! V' T L; A7 a. b: p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ?* h7 ?( Y0 a3 Z: a4 I& O% ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ v/ `" S) z% [8 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) l- L2 l* e/ p* C# }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ A6 b" u: p0 c$ Q6 V4 U% G+ N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( U7 H, w( |: d2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 v0 L) h8 n+ \7 X* n( {1 k& g# _How you tried to set them free,
$ |: c% @: I* X3 K* j" jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ^6 C4 A# C% r
Perhaps they never will. |
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