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1 G- D2 r6 a+ d4 D* ]; ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 H3 h6 B3 \8 v) VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / t1 z* z3 @0 W* ^. O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, q( ~3 Y+ v5 Y: L; f, ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / l+ Z4 ]+ X% q9 C2 w* I3 i$ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 p( t+ n0 U1 P$ @+ Q( A7 F
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 Y5 c$ D" e: V; C+ j
How you tried to set them free, 7 B- [; }, e K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 @. A, Q) K! Y1 l4 d) [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * \7 Q9 A' |2 }9 F4 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 J7 u) v; q" f' _% J) R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: M# G5 @2 W& IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 R9 m" ~! u( W! Q0 g8 p9 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ~( c0 J D) g2 h. i0 K' ]% B' FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, v/ j& i. H4 X- ^- j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' i. I- N: Q9 Y: B6 A! ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
" d4 {* `8 X# _) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + t j1 Z, I( d1 t/ O7 B
5 w5 l+ m. O: ]1 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ G# l2 M! Q2 M# ]3 l& c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 A, k7 ]8 R, d) G" q3 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, r2 r3 y* [" e @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ @# Y7 {* T7 f+ rHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 d" z3 j, {: J1 c) l" t, R( u! H6 kHow you tried to set them free,
8 _" X1 N0 A6 H8 W vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 W5 N# H6 D3 ?1 ]* g/ o( MPerhaps they never will. |
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