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: ]3 z( s5 n' r9 \7 F% @" cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - G3 D+ w! d6 o- R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ^9 F8 d1 e0 G6 ?7 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ~: U7 a6 C8 _' l4 ~$ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ s0 O, O( O6 X6 o9 C1 a- @. f% D' xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" a% @) l$ a1 G5 S4 z9 b, L6 PHow you suffered for you sanity, ! m. k6 ]/ @& q6 ]5 d
How you tried to set them free,
/ Y9 c/ p8 R; u; ?6 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 k5 B1 T6 M) PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 R7 F4 o) ]1 m3 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ^1 i0 Q# @+ U& B8 f. X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ y0 i( I4 K7 A: O7 T8 w+ {. C2 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% @0 ^% N8 Y$ x* o3 }% MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 u7 @5 j. r" g& }5 h% ~, |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 L, p0 u% V) p2 ~7 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ F4 v3 u! _! n8 ^; E) p5 J0 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 x1 y: H: h' R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; ~% ?/ b7 \. w+ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . n* Q6 J+ f. d! [& h( M5 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 u, ?! Q: G$ VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# \% s5 D: V. s2 y3 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % X' g' Y6 h5 y3 v
, e: @% L. {. a5 J6 E) BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ B# b* T) C% M' R- x$ v
How you suffered for you sanity,( U& _. N" |: o
How you tried to set them free,
8 x9 d$ t/ B8 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 I. ~+ W Y* g. LPerhaps they never will. |
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