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0 Y$ Q) f& ]) v( [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , d9 W1 K F# i/ `) S% v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ]9 J& b# S4 ], A) Y1 _& t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ]/ _6 W( Z j- [( m& V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 q5 x7 S0 F) @- ^ m7 \) W+ }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 k" n+ F# l. g; R5 S# t3 K1 J: r
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Z7 Z9 J# M$ _3 X5 o) p: W1 }+ G8 THow you tried to set them free,
& {) S+ X% W' K% J* k. i5 T; e8 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 Y! A3 T+ o4 c7 K& K1 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + b' a$ X; r" f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; h" m5 r$ Y7 w$ Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 q) O p/ x+ \; bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : k$ @: A9 @, v m* Z( o; r( A7 H
3 _ S `) g: `& FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 T! l3 P" A1 `. n# h5 w( W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - Q* z/ a! U1 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 A7 ~3 h% j9 e7 [% @$ m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ?# o8 L' l, ]( [' u& O oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ M. ]3 y$ F( s4 g" n0 J& c0 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" T5 g* a0 h7 d8 i i; m7 ^- V7 h' fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 j4 \' G! v& j" g: tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ P! J# e2 e2 X$ m4 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 Q l. H) Y: ^/ I0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
' S: ^2 f) I' t+ qHow you tried to set them free,
( W2 b8 m$ a8 ~4 o. pThey would not listen they're not listening still, + z) R) v4 r4 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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