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6 U4 s+ M& ~. F8 r& h' d2 _; BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 W) g8 L: P2 v a7 p: Q/ O3 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " h& G$ O5 [7 w6 L6 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* R% m1 U# @. |% P- F& W9 b; D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & H$ W# w% i3 `! {. z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 C. ^5 v4 G7 B2 U1 G9 |$ ~1 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
" T$ r7 _; s2 a! p/ mHow you tried to set them free, 5 w( l; B( \; l w3 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : B+ A; x0 e9 l$ i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 g! m: n" S* F+ ?. Q9 P& h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + L0 X6 V3 H/ _$ F! v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , v! _9 j& ?; P. d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 H6 H1 Z3 c) E4 ^+ L
7 o" {+ a# D) D$ F9 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 F4 C$ ?( y; y l" A% J& Z0 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! B6 c5 X7 c* Z+ t9 A' N2 D9 V6 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, W N0 U' q) r4 ]6 W: W. E- cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 T' l& \$ ?" v& C8 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 d$ }$ }! ~. L* s, {4 E: K) h5 z
) R% A1 ], \3 k: _% bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. X7 Z7 A' _8 T* [1 l+ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Q- _# N- O5 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 b9 B) C/ [% g/ a- L; ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 `" L6 N! d; Q
How you suffered for you sanity, ~" ^4 b# U. n6 x; D1 Q, ~4 g
How you tried to set them free,
3 t) G* c- Q2 A! t% ?* v- FThey would not listen they're not listening still, / V" F! @- J3 I$ z8 `( p. \" G
Perhaps they never will. |
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