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4 J/ T: h; X/ w( \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - V0 i. B: f, M E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! `, y6 `3 t- N5 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: f0 T$ D4 Y: @3 w+ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 U) q* T3 ^- @ i- E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 h' t+ c4 G1 B5 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 F2 n5 E/ [8 p4 F' B7 n4 Q4 d' V
How you tried to set them free,
% u8 r1 l( v- I) C( L# H5 n3 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ~# {2 q0 \: n0 i. VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! R" @( {* u# S" P# `% s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & i: x, u, V" S; l# ~* u3 ~2 E! T* U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 L3 j. T! M- M+ S6 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) \' V Q9 {1 m( B& mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 X2 x( y6 e! s4 g8 I K% g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 ]7 l4 u1 q% \' @2 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. J7 ]$ a- T c" y% R6 V$ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' J$ o- D6 |3 \5 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 k& C5 K. @0 w; [/ T) ^( ~/ @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" F# i0 P1 w: v" s9 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ^3 t! B7 Q6 l: q2 o* z1 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q7 Y5 r+ \( o- OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 p7 K$ V6 V. C/ l. K6 E* NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 h- R0 Y: Z6 Y- ~How you suffered for you sanity,
1 t4 m) Q8 l/ Y+ b$ v" B7 s9 THow you tried to set them free,
' S8 a3 P" n% }0 W, kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 i& g4 @ k5 U- aPerhaps they never will. |
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