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' ]- x+ s2 z, RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ]0 d7 f. B' D# S7 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 D6 L% U( r6 s+ j8 Z) `2 j6 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ W) R# x5 \! |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " i2 r5 t' i6 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# _4 C% J' T" i7 `5 g
How you suffered for you sanity, - r) N5 ^1 F* X% t5 \
How you tried to set them free, 8 o7 U% n( M9 U* d g; E5 [& _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ l6 H5 Y5 G% C0 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ~# M x H4 d# q' Z/ _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # z$ x, _" |+ k9 V0 T0 h, ^6 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! a: l% K, O5 L a, b& R+ Y$ bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. a3 `3 _% q; b+ c' f9 n" |& c& a
( k# m2 Y# C f6 ~, _% a0 j1 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) b/ G V6 M v/ M* Q n9 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h3 u& J1 E$ y/ o" IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 f9 v2 O* z5 o" E. B8 A0 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ ~, D# v- i6 x6 d9 C& ~+ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) i3 I3 u9 I* h5 t7 N7 l. D0 o- _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ?; O: e, l( N2 v! T; EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 r5 n6 T( G2 k- B2 R% o$ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 j4 `7 ^$ L. _+ o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , \0 b4 F1 \, @$ l3 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / L1 [- ~7 R9 L/ s0 } k* ?2 C0 A
How you suffered for you sanity,* O- g: n3 X/ R! M8 Q
How you tried to set them free, 3 H1 X% [8 t1 C3 d3 U* q7 _+ t8 t" r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
k) k7 A" C# nPerhaps they never will. |
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