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0 ]2 b7 `( {2 k0 f- EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b* r6 h* t' F" x: ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 s, B; J2 K0 m% E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 p7 u" y3 ?& P* u# C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' s! }/ t" C8 t9 C1 c E' XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 W- p+ g F1 w( {How you suffered for you sanity,
! ]0 T6 Z) [3 ~How you tried to set them free,
- s7 s2 P' O# ~# W/ x3 T% y, CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ a. a1 R% y: i K$ M6 W. CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 [$ t) [9 Q/ B- V# VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ e, G2 I, d4 {& h6 X3 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 e$ N8 V) O) `( v* H/ G6 u9 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , h s! m& T) H/ ^( W# W8 h! m3 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 G9 f" l* I; T r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 u1 v/ s O' g$ u' e9 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 j3 Z, e* p7 Z; R$ m- l' C# RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
\8 H% R4 w5 B3 ~* _" D1 B3 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 ?3 x. F, [' q- X9 |& M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ]/ Q) z7 P. [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & X3 R4 h4 V0 |( U) j" e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) b4 z, R A/ b6 oThe 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,
Z$ D7 u: h# M xHow you suffered for you sanity,/ D' v' r% ~' f' }
How you tried to set them free,
. E6 r6 ~0 W+ qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. Q8 w+ T% V6 ?6 F6 J4 i0 C7 U* BPerhaps they never will. |
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