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, f7 x9 K" c" X5 {$ n$ _1 }( ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ `/ ]/ o8 q3 o+ ]% |5 }7 k; E* G* e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. T: F( y: L8 w* DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& P7 v) H3 h, i- QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 C$ W! W3 g: _( O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* v" }& t+ _. ^7 g7 G! S. sHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 r! [# D- m, j8 e0 [How you tried to set them free,
$ }0 Q$ b; L2 }$ T3 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) g, K/ _* [- E9 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; r& F7 X5 F; E2 L) LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " N( o9 E0 f( a. z( y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # H* O# R" k; g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : m d6 d7 d8 S* e/ D+ @- f5 q. E6 F9 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 c7 @4 Y$ g$ t% a; ]) E5 e/ Y- e6 g5 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 y: P( R4 t0 A. gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " T ?' Z) v) S. a0 U( e1 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 p. P. g' ^+ @$ Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 X* t/ j. d+ W. q1 r" J8 e, K$ i9 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * t. M4 F9 X$ x# @6 u% m6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " g: u8 x" {* [; _: p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Q( z. S( Y. _( b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) I3 S* u2 y( B. c& }How you suffered for you sanity,) K7 _. p# i! J% I$ z
How you tried to set them free,
9 Z/ y9 q% D4 ` AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 P. {. i& E o1 u' r1 G, H+ zPerhaps they never will. |
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