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/ N8 z% E( V) D/ d# ?( l! M+ CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 H) o6 H6 `0 r, J6 K, KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 j1 }+ H, x+ R! }- j- C, e4 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! \% {8 P! ^& t& L! i7 q& L+ P! f) t# }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 z- J# u0 M6 m8 Z1 b$ h% q9 g0 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 m2 r* |5 x8 ?( ^% d }3 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 @5 k' [3 q b9 `$ Z
How you tried to set them free, 0 A& Y" |; E# _. s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' e- E. F6 \1 H \5 s5 R& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; u- ]& t% ~/ K8 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 w3 g! I% ~ d [* @! z) I: ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& B4 d# F; c- U& a2 e9 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" M' t% @/ ?1 [# C! M( fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, j$ U( I& W8 j0 ? [/ x2 c7 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ^ \ D. q: h0 P. f, B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / y& w' u( l) K- [+ ~/ g3 Y. U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 P0 }, ^* @- c1 _0 `3 X3 X" U3 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . Y1 ?' V H s' D
! j N! r& n. O$ b7 A- t+ x) {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 i: @' W0 }$ u( QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( V, R9 l- h: H wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; `* R5 r; I% N6 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( K6 Z) i6 D' P' w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 z, t9 X' _0 V# K
How you suffered for you sanity,0 Y5 e) p$ x5 h6 L
How you tried to set them free,
6 F7 ^2 m7 @- h# jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 T+ G; {5 v6 t: d7 d/ y) ~Perhaps they never will. |
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