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5 f# |# B9 Y3 L& YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 F U6 Z' _( w2 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
\- A, z: \# k* S, ?3 t, u7 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 `8 M0 R/ @, _2 X- J3 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' b5 L" y, I5 \; A5 s* @9 S6 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; v, `3 f1 l: e% Y; `- D) F8 |
How you suffered for you sanity, ; C% ~! ]. o- B! |+ C9 y0 s9 s
How you tried to set them free,
* V4 h Q% [3 N1 A k. R( BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 P3 j. U2 i9 |! G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" x" L ^6 r, @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; g5 n; T2 j5 U6 J8 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: D1 A. J4 Y8 o2 p+ z$ X0 v0 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 g# {3 a) C5 S5 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, H3 q3 `' R& b5 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: t& @8 Z, l pBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 F8 s3 E5 R; t2 N+ Z* {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E/ y3 l- X" [( T: g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- q0 w& f+ l2 ^ r X4 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" g) v* l& q- U: vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: b# r" I2 `. V. L. D; K" ^; Y5 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 S2 |0 n1 P+ r: X% s7 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 T8 ~. Y+ `5 o( A, P+ T+ O4 p% l fHow you tried to set them free,
9 r q3 D# @. a7 R# kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 |( q: g( G3 E1 v. l$ e' }
Perhaps they never will. |
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