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% _. [$ M3 m: F2 D$ @5 d$ xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, Q. O3 W3 Z7 q, GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. \; q7 E7 O2 g0 G2 _5 O; @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; i! `+ E2 n- c. k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. i, ~1 Q& ~6 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, Z# T: o& e' D6 ]0 o( f# dHow you suffered for you sanity,
, i; H$ m, a$ _) t: R8 BHow you tried to set them free,
% x: q5 y. N% H& C' N8 T% YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; y1 @1 B0 s+ x4 M% Q1 D* B) r; TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! N( K. ?' H+ I- R/ L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 N ?1 x4 X/ o9 ]: a& }% X6 C4 F, uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 T. p7 e' o& {" HWeathered 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,
- i5 A4 T3 D1 {: d J& dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ {2 R/ u" O4 s& l: KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 B& _8 p) l0 s, q' T- K: I* h3 }0 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ A7 W, S! P: h, |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, K5 h! Z: J8 P% [( ?0 s& k6 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 E+ M' L9 g8 E* }, [/ o$ t5 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; L" u% @( s B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ a# V) t0 A5 r1 Z, c' q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " U: Y7 O6 }+ R$ L m/ O3 P2 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 q# K r$ b4 V; I+ `3 f8 RHow you suffered for you sanity,# i: s5 Y! v, K* u4 K
How you tried to set them free, & c3 N+ g! w% a- k4 V4 e( L3 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 v2 e" z( \; P6 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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