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% Q/ ~: j' B8 Z) f3 }* lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! M) h( z4 [) K% e( Q1 h6 v' b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * W- r/ Q, W4 K+ ~/ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. D/ _( x+ |) d6 @7 I+ K* x. |9 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ]: o) `0 g( [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 l0 u3 r3 p' [0 v. uHow you suffered for you sanity, + [" E% U7 n& x% Y8 r
How you tried to set them free, 4 S$ O( X0 B& z& J2 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 s- }. q. d: Y5 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 g+ Y/ X9 _$ m8 C: v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 r+ b0 \6 W" Q6 a7 I. u ]* ~3 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ G6 O! w: y% b7 Y- n$ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , a8 }+ J* ]7 b7 a( e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Q5 c; B( y4 ?* {2 s+ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( G1 m6 o9 U# G% V Z# dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - z5 p4 ^* G5 z7 \8 E( I& R- A8 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 j- K' V. J8 e0 C+ {, pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; S) a, Z+ ]2 M) f
/ ]" }3 u$ K g) E0 h6 E0 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ v" T8 \% N% J& h4 X, a! bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 K( }/ I% H) N- J4 u5 f" F' nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ }; r( t3 ?! `; d7 U6 e% YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 V. ?8 `* r7 m/ p, n1 z P& `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, G1 v' Y3 l, c7 P8 ]4 w- U
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 H3 t4 V- y6 B! x$ yHow you tried to set them free,
D+ W1 d1 x* aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 P8 E8 O7 c# b# iPerhaps they never will. |
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