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/ D# N) i1 v" @3 R# e4 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & t3 \( ~0 {4 z1 G0 [' S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / e6 {, H; R) a m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' E: Q5 t% B+ I- Q0 \- ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; L; |. W: y+ p+ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 L" J0 F, C' J B2 a3 u& t; JHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 a2 R1 X t* p2 SHow you tried to set them free, 6 N1 b- E2 N* o% ^3 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. [, S+ X a; R; GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 n4 ^3 j2 }0 {3 [! C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* e# _& d- u: W; _4 b% y1 r5 o: {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ n- {+ l Q: S) I) j2 f2 U9 B! EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 k8 m9 [# l) w# y" i |
8 b4 J- [6 l% v6 q: X! Q$ q* OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 n! ]' i, _: L& x3 S8 ?) }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 c$ b- f+ M5 @) j8 M" p1 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 A# L l' \, u oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ i" m7 n9 Q2 ]( o8 `5 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : l7 t- A! F$ ?& ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ M8 y- g+ M* K; G8 w) [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) K) W5 B! w7 ~4 N: }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ K5 |' u- a! o( i$ _ C. tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # M/ E3 H& e/ f4 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ [! G$ G5 b c8 N9 B9 Q1 ~/ O, d' _How you suffered for you sanity,
! k# C+ v) |' J8 FHow you tried to set them free, ! M0 Z- z; \' J1 ?$ m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' e" }1 m9 E: Z* n; K- [5 _* Q* LPerhaps they never will. |
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