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$ U0 K4 l" u6 [/ oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) \: r3 i- j' \# |7 E6 |( M0 }& iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' r- d2 w' F6 s5 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- n) J$ ^- s9 w& \$ _$ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : z+ n" ?1 W$ |4 F" `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ r# B( a& I# B- m1 F9 {9 |+ a# jHow you suffered for you sanity, / K% G" l' [' e% f4 m+ t+ `
How you tried to set them free, 7 A8 u: m3 Z1 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d( \0 x7 s8 G OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 [1 y1 ~6 ], m9 z0 _7 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ^; u1 S; T/ d2 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % V; w* F( T3 c) G5 T' [3 L( L+ r8 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 V3 k+ u1 @$ s! @8 m4 J
7 C$ K2 y4 L5 t+ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : L7 m+ T+ p: a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' b; B( g; |# u* ]3 W# ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) g( Z( f: c, v9 ?( s. A) CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. l2 y9 l1 z8 n* d vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + g- ]/ b3 G, w0 N$ _' H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 g* u$ R; k9 R, b6 n5 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& F. ?& G! c% E. ^4 t+ zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + f; G8 H/ c- h' l2 a! u. l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' M; c- R5 ^, j3 c4 U5 r" p1 @How you suffered for you sanity,
. u; l' y' ~, l! E6 y0 O2 B6 Z+ [How you tried to set them free, 8 `- ?- O$ ~: ^ ]& l4 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# P" G2 Z% K* ]! P. W WPerhaps they never will. |
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