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4 c& X2 r0 q4 f3 J% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 C7 z& }) y; S; y$ |5 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 e( E1 D! s6 U3 c! g! y, z1 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 N: w4 a. o* f" t0 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / I$ L# n0 U9 o. `4 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# o" G' C! t8 Y( f+ E/ I+ eHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 M+ D3 m G! x8 j
How you tried to set them free, . l; i, x" }$ u; Y& c: T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! k+ ?1 q5 Y' o* M; z5 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 Z# N* N4 _- Y M: S( b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; W* u; e' O# ?& E, e$ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ \/ ]% `3 N" ^1 Y2 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) U8 n2 X5 `% Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 a5 M2 \7 |5 ~: \; o& V7 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- g& m2 J& n. _6 x5 E9 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , U3 s- U" K+ q9 P( _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% a- _; |& L3 q" _ U) N$ l" b- E6 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! F2 h3 S/ s. ~( K
" h. @0 e3 s9 q2 X' w1 g9 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) i B0 H7 J. j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! G8 ~; y' u; _% D. w' S1 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' q+ ~* w$ S: e3 m9 I, j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 E6 b4 W1 x- D6 d1 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( N! n6 p2 k" a- c" j& B
How you suffered for you sanity,
; M( W7 o4 C$ H( QHow you tried to set them free,
/ }0 ~* [3 Q. G! ^# w) Y: rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; E/ G2 r& o: [! k0 I' R# W
Perhaps they never will. |
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