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' j' [+ |7 b! C# k' b4 W) kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 i+ r) O9 S) P) |4 k& v. i# ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 A8 L0 N& v! V, C, gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 i" u" F R2 z1 p5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 B H! |9 ~8 s* B' i8 u& sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 {. Q5 P, s: w8 H9 O# cHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 |4 W7 E8 Z8 g
How you tried to set them free,
% v3 {. [. b; n* g" r$ XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / i; s# y; K5 n/ K7 O: R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 U: H# ?, v; |9 a _$ L! }+ T2 k5 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 `% ^2 n* P7 n z2 Q+ q( }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& O* }! R& A9 N* z: 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,
H C. r' u9 V1 d2 G/ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 f C: S# s, ?9 U2 R* D7 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - x. n" m$ B8 b8 ]% l _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" R- q* d" I. {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , j1 G0 w$ H8 f6 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # x: F4 S7 x( X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' A/ \# Q" Y/ \* f# h" KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # a* N2 ?& z" {1 N4 |# B8 _ 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, $ [1 F4 T$ W6 h; J* \6 j5 J" O
How you suffered for you sanity,& w# X3 c1 X. Y8 j
How you tried to set them free,
: v' r% A$ ]3 P3 X8 DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' ?' S6 K( V) D- B8 dPerhaps they never will. |
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