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6 D# K3 x8 C; ^' X+ r# W) zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 c/ k! V7 f7 A0 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' O6 v _" ^3 q* T$ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 Y9 V2 |# z+ h; K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: J4 c+ T% \, O( `1 ]: k/ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! }3 m6 Y( f7 E+ g+ H6 Y: W$ `3 SHow you suffered for you sanity, ( {% g5 K' B( h) X
How you tried to set them free, ' d5 A( a! C; f1 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 E6 b5 P8 i% f: ?+ A, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! s* \1 G E4 A3 ^+ S" T1 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + X9 \7 R+ S( M; A1 c/ G$ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) K: V* d6 B6 t% \8 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! M) L) B* u: e% n/ Q
0 B- x% E) U# pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ R# ?# V, @. z! G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
[8 j( a6 v5 U7 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 j! _+ D" l- L l+ q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 c' j6 }; V# {+ B. j$ j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ R8 f+ _' [4 V3 s; P* ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 W1 z4 y1 l9 d. j' }; b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q/ \/ N( L8 Z; Y" y, j2 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 D5 g @2 d* W$ ^( UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' o2 u; C1 p; S. h; o* }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ^5 {1 W% {& x5 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ \0 v( \, E" ]6 o. j, IHow you tried to set them free, ) @/ i8 w4 c4 }5 G2 S# h# V! ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 k. m) `( j T; h3 w O
Perhaps they never will. |
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