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4 p4 m. b6 [3 E" t' jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) q# k+ C4 b6 P. x5 b3 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( F7 t) r# Q$ s3 j2 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ n) U0 P9 D3 Z: C6 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% }7 s9 u$ U6 d; [( K) sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 V4 o8 \4 e5 e8 ]' T; G$ s! D$ p1 AHow you suffered for you sanity, ! {$ D( E( Q! n
How you tried to set them free, , J) U, a# W, F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) E I) o5 F$ g% K! u4 X+ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 A7 ?/ \! U) U0 A+ U/ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 T& |7 x, y6 x/ cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( N: r5 u6 c% |; i/ S
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,
0 q% K& I$ Q+ J6 j0 T% c1 J2 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, u% U3 N" U }* R% Z3 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; C) c8 j9 Z; h' T) t5 c4 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, . b8 I& W0 H* ?+ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / M. A. R$ \# M% [* C' w! M; V
& ]" b0 `0 m1 G3 c8 T9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
C' Z+ y$ w) T0 q. @% TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " V' n8 Y" M( v+ i2 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 @+ x1 z7 q" C1 T3 w* A$ LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 r9 ~* Q- N; ] ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # m4 {8 \) F) \) a! B9 ` i: U# M
How you suffered for you sanity," I- M2 N, ^" q' E- f; m+ @
How you tried to set them free,
, N- z3 G4 J% J/ }2 d9 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 @# Q+ @7 R+ }# {5 s, i
Perhaps they never will. |
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