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6 c1 v" Q7 A# m: a" D& Z7 Y! S, r) LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 k3 e( K5 c* }8 v4 M8 m4 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ z7 n+ Y8 |) r% y+ V; Q4 T dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- k* H9 G/ Q+ A2 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, V4 Q+ n5 C0 O" W# y8 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; ^4 }7 [# r% ]( eHow you suffered for you sanity, $ M2 |' }* P, n. L& ~3 X
How you tried to set them free, 2 X3 K2 n f+ H- X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 }7 ^9 N" {0 |1 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) y& W$ {* f' n' \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 B7 }) C' ~ V) Q7 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / P+ z R, @4 w/ M' n# \# t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - u- U( q, g6 p3 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! m9 H' K: v& h2 L: q [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " R( M/ t9 u9 A) y& A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) s7 C( A0 I4 W& L, cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ `1 p# X: x5 t1 @* F ~
8 F7 X) Q; c7 t8 B9 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 V9 p4 z$ H, Z" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - m0 D6 X5 `4 p9 n! _# h7 ^/ g8 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ L9 X% v* T7 U( J$ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , C0 ?# `( C( i) m0 V0 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : O* a$ E: S0 m* g' s
How you suffered for you sanity,
" D/ p1 w3 c+ S) [5 E, l# _How you tried to set them free,
+ x* E4 P7 p% {They would not listen they're not listening still, % S1 D& C& n+ J+ P+ N
Perhaps they never will. |
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