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! \0 S4 L0 H/ jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% c4 O. X, m. `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , J5 }, D/ Q) Z5 L. ~# c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 {/ T4 h% |! S+ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) K& u. L) r8 a) X. L G ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& ?- [8 h [8 }
How you suffered for you sanity, : M# P; o1 I1 Y7 C
How you tried to set them free,
; ^( S3 B$ e& J" F. D u9 c6 q. f8 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' V P1 i8 u- a# Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ~5 g3 T& ~3 ^* E: V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 o* U8 D# G8 @( F2 K9 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ I- F. m: n" E0 i5 I9 p. p9 g- LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / G& j& b [4 _$ V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 d/ w7 U) X& F8 J+ P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + p& g( T9 s4 ]# q# U& [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 Q$ y' x# O7 |But I could have told you, Vincent, . k5 W% L/ ]2 P7 j7 H. I0 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( i+ Q( G- N0 ^, R! k, y* ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 w; r& S5 k$ Z) cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; I- n" e1 \- K, ]0 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / H( s; ^2 m. i' R6 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 i, A; B5 N. o- ~; _' g1 ~
* s, O* ]5 \/ t+ _2 q, O# ~# C9 N2 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ^% U1 E4 G' t8 ^5 z0 RHow you suffered for you sanity,# x3 q/ s( z* |( v
How you tried to set them free,
$ J2 u8 Y7 c @. U6 F* {% U9 j s& zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- D# ?! B. \$ k @: x0 APerhaps they never will. |
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