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3 @+ f4 j7 {+ B7 c6 F/ Y! nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Q) G8 H6 g8 }( e: T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / |% k o/ p0 i: _9 ]0 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ B1 N) i4 p* W0 b) K. w- d& a# @. f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & v$ \+ [' j# X- S" H2 O/ f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 J7 i# `$ L, e8 `- t2 }How you suffered for you sanity, 6 J" U. j6 \! R: f
How you tried to set them free,
9 ]1 o/ K3 L" f' j5 `" q. _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( i. O2 I& k. z4 Y6 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Q. Y' k& W& N3 n% ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, m* i& W; w0 e0 a/ W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
}9 ~: Y9 m: c- v' |& ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S1 H& t, z6 _0 _' o
$ l Y1 ]# K/ Z1 h: G( iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! J1 W9 I$ z1 l" b$ {' }1 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 h( n6 N h3 e; z% w1 x- d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ P" T. v1 s. ^+ _: E. P) HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' |5 L n9 K, O% }5 }; a4 E5 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* M, b; ~8 K6 \, [7 b3 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * u) [1 d! b) l$ { w" b- o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. @/ `: q7 v+ q$ hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: U4 b( H* W' WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ^7 s# ~% Z* S- r7 E3 d- KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" c! A- J+ s. D# |8 x0 D8 [# z1 sHow you suffered for you sanity,1 _/ W# i% w2 \, k) g3 `- O" z
How you tried to set them free,
! W1 l/ C0 M2 i+ P# u3 s( v! rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" i8 X$ _+ ]: z+ K4 N N% [Perhaps they never will. |
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