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6 A* u8 f2 z, c: O# [$ D6 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ^4 }4 W. y y( K r3 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( a) \% G. G+ E8 c6 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: h2 @! |3 }# j2 i/ W4 z0 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 K8 j" N1 k& C. v2 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& u c1 G0 W+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ p/ H4 G% L- Q; n7 ^ b7 GHow you tried to set them free, 8 V% J0 ]3 e1 e7 F$ j: r$ h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 u1 I, O( W' B, I& `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ^5 P' z9 ]5 y! j5 p9 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 w. d) a' c' L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; D- D& g6 D6 C9 ^0 ` LWeathered 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,
+ P" B( d4 Q7 b3 Z a. SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 |( w) o4 o% y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; {* [% U5 h: hBut I could have told you, Vincent, : T8 {7 @, S* J- S' ]( C; l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) _. I ^. N) g
# v6 K6 i c4 o' N* `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 w5 r5 i- m7 U2 }+ u, ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; ]7 [" v e- Q# _) G2 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, m$ O0 b/ E, V+ z
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, + C# D' R: J$ ^7 T7 r5 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
# _" F2 B$ ~) S/ V, L* T! sHow you tried to set them free,
4 ~# \- a6 F; [/ q" KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& Q9 h% s- z9 ~& tPerhaps they never will. |
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