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* N* @) a# g; t- |, ~( i/ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: M x: \; D/ V2 K/ E* T* ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " |8 l/ ^$ y4 X3 H$ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- W& Y* [+ h& @3 b6 z* jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 b" a( u4 D( X, k1 K: ]7 n; F& ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; Y. P( [4 |0 p1 w3 g- W, X" P
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 y5 }5 T O: }, N0 O1 z, n
How you tried to set them free, 7 g. I, n8 _2 m$ v$ Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 R* U0 _( q4 S6 `9 W% g- gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ?; o9 A2 h4 I# y6 s% G6 ~' ~& C" ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * y+ I! ?" O6 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 o! E- J) b. KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 b: [ G: e- s# H9 o% B- X2 z6 S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ c( F) N, E% g- p1 O, B& ^( r9 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o: r+ b5 B% n7 Q6 w$ z8 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
w, p( U, `1 m" @But I could have told you, Vincent,
, E6 H ^" T! `5 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & E/ O0 A& R% Z. g' j- `9 p+ Q9 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ e3 F% L7 a2 _% qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' \! G9 @7 D) L8 C3 T' r' {8 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / |" s9 t" r5 |5 @7 \$ x- h$ ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 k. @1 {. a5 z! k% xHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 ]$ [7 f+ k( @# n7 GHow you tried to set them free, # R: e& v3 ~# h; Q$ f
They would not listen they're not listening still, " _* w; q" L/ t4 |( x9 t+ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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