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" ^" @7 h7 A, j9 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 g. { _" p9 [5 E: G- I' [6 c7 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 G5 i; l$ I: m v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( N F. k! {4 t ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 t3 X2 [' l2 J4 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ L8 Y' t$ V% O& Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 m3 J3 H9 A1 G1 Y% v* M" CHow you tried to set them free, 0 N: I% \, h( J Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 B+ D" W' l% mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & T+ P% c& P% s5 G( q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 g0 F" r7 o9 t3 l; u5 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , H' i- s2 A7 l: }' P* a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; H" r, |& U; ]# O( a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 {: I s$ h- n. {/ U3 G7 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 W% ~9 |# E- _7 h/ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" X7 ]# r& {# T# Z2 Q3 [: d$ kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 q6 T* A) L1 T" s' ^; _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 w1 a4 E4 H4 {; v# |" nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; T; D$ L# V: ^7 r7 |% mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 D6 ?. |" J% B& s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- a; T$ w" M! Z; |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( s0 @7 t; ]. _" B; f
How you suffered for you sanity,) }5 S, N/ D! Q7 f* L3 _9 X
How you tried to set them free,
" w! ^. V9 L% u( G9 v3 T [They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 }& X, \ U r& A. wPerhaps they never will. |
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