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$ `+ f4 c j" ]2 { ?8 f( CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 r9 d7 t* Z) J* ?$ g8 W- G3 C) C$ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % a! F, p2 r _! v4 I' x' B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- M+ M5 p. q" hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
O1 C; K. n/ z6 h T# v, G4 E q, qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) z# w+ x. \, c$ S: K# sHow you suffered for you sanity,
% n6 }5 L Z9 K5 M, @How you tried to set them free,
/ c2 g5 [8 }3 [0 s \3 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 P. \7 r0 O. ?0 F1 U8 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 j' a( _) E1 O7 V3 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 C7 F# `* e: H/ D5 k _8 t2 [% e! U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / |' t* w- [$ J( @" Q
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 F/ C2 H6 y A w9 S3 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) I$ l) m% o% @) X' u/ p. W& _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* g$ h6 v( `" B2 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, " O; T9 H- d' `0 A3 S ]* ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# G- e1 g/ w) Q/ Q1 l: l7 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 G, ?7 o e" c( Q2 a- S* ~- XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 V* e( x# Y: lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : z+ X; d! [) }5 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* r: N$ d. }5 B( k( ?6 HHow you suffered for you sanity,- r8 X3 o% X. x* [! q i
How you tried to set them free, 2 b, l! q* L- a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 F8 L b: W% U; `6 l( x
Perhaps they never will. |
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