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( f$ ]: t+ m! d( j, V4 J( `' eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 j$ _3 O- F. I8 Q% D8 }! k3 J- WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) A2 K6 W0 e0 w3 M' MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( Z, I- P7 b7 M+ G9 S6 B0 S( I; G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, {: g; R' |$ K/ C4 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: K2 J( N) f' b4 d2 J7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
) k& U) K. [ `7 C$ Q7 WHow you tried to set them free,
, K# w6 A/ `8 o5 p0 ?. sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 J4 A0 U7 U7 i# rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 _! u; U# M- [9 _. j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 y8 L& l6 m, W. J% @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; o7 m$ @) O( d) ? `) Q K5 V5 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # L; t4 p. M2 p- M4 c7 X- Y; [
7 c% H$ f4 k& h( uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 A/ u! `, r1 ^: o$ t5 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e# Z) i2 [0 ^, y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! d: |0 {5 n4 @/ z6 d, }$ N
But I could have told you, Vincent, + }8 I3 O$ }9 x d [8 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 N) v5 d v eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Z1 ?1 v2 Q, y( U0 e# l* s `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ]# v+ [8 |8 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' o0 K$ q5 O2 s/ L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 w; g: X+ z7 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ D9 x: T3 r4 Q( C- K- f. \How you suffered for you sanity,
' Z! F; ~/ I( H) B7 FHow you tried to set them free, ! K7 ?; v5 Q' g. H/ F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* `! }, f! y1 h# @! A4 hPerhaps they never will. |
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