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' @* X% f( p5 m6 ]/ H* ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! c+ T1 M/ F8 c6 g$ C7 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! u$ O( e7 V" s3 b. vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 v- r/ J7 F( ] j7 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 R. M' E/ D& O9 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% d# E. O4 j5 [+ h" L& O3 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ A6 P; _' q/ o+ {% d3 ]How you tried to set them free,
* J4 {. O; X X7 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 [/ j% F* B D% Z+ M0 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; j; A& c8 i" D& F0 e# d* ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Z% h, `- T- r: Z7 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 g1 g7 m' X W( H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) S7 Q* C5 {. d: A$ [/ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, O& U- R9 B% F; w6 t) rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" z3 J+ m; X' d. v5 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' g- r, y7 t+ y& kBut I could have told you, Vincent, # ?) n r& b& \2 b9 d# @- A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & q+ \' | o1 A4 H* t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; f) n. |! Y* g' ~9 q p$ O) s7 A* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 @1 h: E- z+ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 B& B8 n9 w# {* D4 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. z) d& i% \0 I3 C% `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + F; x9 j0 Q& Y! }4 y3 A6 h. b
How you suffered for you sanity,+ q; F# f' q) Y; x
How you tried to set them free,
2 u {9 Y/ ~0 S4 d2 x, ]: M! t, d6 U# zThey would not listen they're not listening still, . h1 t. M2 H4 [, U' _. a
Perhaps they never will. |
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