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* l* v5 @. m1 R1 q" I r8 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 w! u6 [$ P8 F* P7 P/ E8 j6 N$ e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" c, C7 M) p8 J5 X a8 g" r8 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% m2 s7 M. \9 o& a! {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' N; h! W6 Q/ ?/ W. M6 J1 H; KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: Z1 B8 W. O: G3 O- m
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Q# a" n. [$ l' LHow you tried to set them free, 0 Z1 e1 P* i! c( O N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) B" ?" ~, ]- G( {2 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 j8 h) W& R! p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : m. F5 G _$ H! p" O7 V7 c. o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 c6 m+ ~ A8 V, D: R2 V
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,
" P+ M+ D8 F7 C4 f X4 @" wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% j% Y4 {% i; ^1 T' s' U3 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & d3 U# @, j/ N. F9 o0 | C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' L! G7 t% I# q& O# C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ W' I" J( M9 J+ V2 c2 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' r, u7 O9 J8 g9 x, H; m' QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ p% B* s1 ^/ D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 s+ N' M% x' g- k" d& tThe 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, * x: a3 r6 y6 S% _
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ?+ J$ E7 t \7 q' U3 PHow you tried to set them free, 9 U4 `9 R; g4 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. z! g% B, D1 o b' v! {! EPerhaps they never will. |
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