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7 q% Y) G# ]3 @$ k# U6 @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / |' p/ T; l$ \ I7 t' f4 X( d9 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 f2 q, z9 _) w3 A3 I) o; eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 U7 X3 O! j+ i# Y2 N+ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
f/ N7 l: M O8 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: v K5 T/ B2 G7 K SHow you suffered for you sanity, : t# f2 A2 u& h7 R
How you tried to set them free, 8 J) L* G: _ m6 v$ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 F P: j e7 C& m& a* Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - o$ b0 o( a0 o8 |* P* v, y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( H7 J$ A# V+ L5 X& Y" u0 T: RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( ?3 |2 P% L. ~* ]8 r: YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) H! r4 H# o3 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 U, h9 O( F: t$ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: z. ?0 p( T" g3 D) O* b- }% D- PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ B2 v7 B# Z) jBut I could have told you, Vincent, - B7 c% R/ j( A" O3 s% A# V; \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , I9 c8 t0 p) T9 H L' F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ T: Z/ X2 R' [ G8 j" o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! m/ b% a# @. X1 v, y2 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# L6 g0 N0 k% d5 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 W5 T+ H) {: q( b6 c( YHow you suffered for you sanity,: I' e: s5 t+ D7 C1 }' s8 \# J) h: A
How you tried to set them free, " V" Z% e, O& ^8 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, + ]/ @3 J& Z3 Z! o3 I/ o
Perhaps they never will. |
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