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; D3 {5 f) P3 N( g! X4 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # F# c$ e, u, Y: d5 C% Z K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ~: P: d( m8 o! m7 Q0 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 H. u+ K- h0 u, MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 O# ?* r4 k/ g5 w( B$ A; u* kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; s( b4 ?7 M4 x, L: ^8 g- t5 EHow you suffered for you sanity, : A7 C; x0 w) W# ^2 [
How you tried to set them free, ) ]) r j# w- [! u1 o* q' Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ]% g. v. c1 ~0 p9 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ g- k4 I- ?4 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' E, Y! H. R0 s) s& z2 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 F% t- [1 o$ U, b3 L8 j4 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 x8 J' h+ p( D( s2 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 x$ Y9 m- B7 R( m+ e) B. e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. Q# X4 K- ]3 G& e8 q) qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / E5 L+ E$ l/ e0 a3 c1 n" f8 \2 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( M6 A& E# K; l: c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 _! Z/ }6 Z) h1 [" I3 K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, A% m( _ e6 S. T6 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% [) Z7 `( ^4 z$ u& ^' WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 c( N) G8 M; X& M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; X+ s& N* i! k7 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ K" w) k. b. X% g8 A1 s& f" ?
How you suffered for you sanity,- L; i" n5 [9 |% Q! ~9 B U
How you tried to set them free, . p" ?; n: b- B8 N5 M( b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ]/ a* R! p8 f3 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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