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/ N# _8 n C. _) i+ _/ Y% JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( d, j+ w. f: d# fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! Z- m7 z0 S9 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 K, V. n. E2 |' J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) e2 o U' A; G' Z- y" T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ f+ R7 J" [, f7 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 `* L1 p' e" ~: e+ `9 K2 }How you tried to set them free, 7 L6 `7 H5 \; A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% Z9 y) ?5 \* G1 w( z. |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 P( k/ l% N# B* Q4 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 M( x, A& R7 D, s5 ^, l% r/ @1 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 _; m& d, G1 M2 R6 {' O* d6 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 f6 R, [) s$ \0 b( L2 O* Q
5 _! `6 K% R. eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 r. m+ }2 p/ A/ i8 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) W4 X) j4 G3 k1 x% K7 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * Z- [ [+ k8 o9 G! e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" `% O2 [" I/ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 k3 q8 A9 W' ]" ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' l8 R9 v: B: K+ U( r1 Y* @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' E) k' i/ b5 i; G& Y% VThe 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, # r1 v- \, W; o
How you suffered for you sanity,. T3 w$ `; u. L: V8 A/ C( V
How you tried to set them free,
- u; b, I1 v- U* E3 f7 W" ~They would not listen they're not listening still, ?& ~4 p& b6 a; m( K9 h) j7 ~" p
Perhaps they never will. |
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