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8 i# C9 k, \7 m8 |6 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 n. l8 g0 A5 E2 s1 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
?- ]) k. b* nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 h+ T* s( G( }" D2 x a+ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ?7 e& m0 M/ u a% @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- O0 T, d. V/ J h. i0 s" a; t( M4 o7 fHow you suffered for you sanity, % w, L* _) j7 p5 g
How you tried to set them free, . T7 X( d* c" ^* t. L( t3 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; s' d1 D5 r( ~5 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( F: N( N. p+ ^+ k: o/ Q% @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Y( ]1 H0 f8 I* G" r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ S/ R t# A- F5 g$ X8 d: Q& ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 u1 g' m D; g/ Q7 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 s; z( j' r+ P( Z, z: s# {! w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 v n( w: k8 ?( x- _1 O# u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , k* g; m9 H# I/ Q/ L( p% g9 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ N) V) r { [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 L! `0 c" x4 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , k4 U! m" M* l {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - H6 _* }7 b. u. b! N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , w# n# A5 T' I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, O* Q$ A+ E' M9 `4 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. S- ~: X9 W: _1 p1 @0 M# cHow you suffered for you sanity,( B8 d+ B7 D- Q: t
How you tried to set them free,
3 _+ \2 `% j9 P/ x, bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, _8 d- n H% B4 o$ @Perhaps they never will. |
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