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& F# H' g3 H& _' L5 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; I& [9 y% q: U# h) q1 Q! G6 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ }1 i. w' ~( P& f. l( IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ F3 L3 L& S8 r7 C, lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / N- H) O' m0 @1 ^* e" ^ B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 C( a+ P9 O; Z# {8 i v1 \' lHow you suffered for you sanity, * R9 l( c9 q F! K
How you tried to set them free, ( x% U: x) n* ?( [) X# A1 n* b, b& `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; |, h: @) D9 U6 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! }: M' D& _3 A: ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # d$ `/ X ~/ {7 O0 Z. I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 V% s% Y& A y# S1 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : e, n! C( y) R5 Z& ]
$ d$ v1 j% L5 F2 z. ^+ DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , i" _ P2 ^5 ^/ d2 m: |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ [0 t* u6 X4 C+ V8 F8 p" O1 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . E2 j) K8 s0 r" A4 X c7 ^$ }7 q' J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 L( B5 [0 Y* E! |5 A9 ~3 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 m7 Y# [: z- y# \8 G; }
5 o2 i0 L0 }7 U% k3 d. cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& x. ~( \7 c* O/ I& A3 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 o9 c7 t% x6 v ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % O& H8 N+ z6 b* h, o% w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " l) B. T: ^: I4 g1 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 _6 W0 W) K8 b5 j0 C1 }: G2 P8 rHow you suffered for you sanity, B5 h& P$ ]3 O/ x- `) a4 d
How you tried to set them free,
6 W- a. k' Q* Z U$ \They would not listen they're not listening still, - ~/ w9 v+ P& y; t' n. }3 }& E7 A8 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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