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" o, t+ ?7 m% K5 G) E5 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 L; D5 [. C; ]+ E7 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . m. O: y1 ^+ J, V$ F! a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: n" r6 w: t. W2 M. C8 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A' o& `1 G$ @0 p) ~% T/ P, M( A1 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, y9 p3 @: x- BHow you suffered for you sanity, ) n- R" E* F. I) v# F
How you tried to set them free,
( |; U+ |4 y" R4 b6 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- h5 b' @0 o1 {7 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 _- z. Q4 B; d8 J( d. OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% P7 L5 U8 V& Z; x; S! Z* P' [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 `0 C" m1 @2 k* h( ]* a( L+ C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: D1 r9 h' v* C* u0 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 V; q; G7 M& B* y6 h* BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 j2 h, o& U* G6 C7 e- o; I6 x( gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& W6 A( l+ p$ g' T6 ]* QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 g, w6 m$ Q3 H& u! i6 c% \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % o" P7 Z2 d& ^. M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 j& ]6 V! }( K; V" Y7 l' k5 V, v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ v$ N g5 ?3 ^+ [9 v9 l; ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , i6 @, J8 m0 B
How you suffered for you sanity,4 s/ Y) v0 Z7 a* ?
How you tried to set them free, / s5 c. ?- t! u) f& o
They would not listen they're not listening still, & J v- ]( s1 d9 D' x9 Q/ o( o" f
Perhaps they never will. |
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