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1 @. s$ g1 b Z. {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 v7 z* s, L5 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ U. c. e7 v+ [: q8 C. P2 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( i `" o9 i/ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' {. D. r4 K) f4 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ~4 M; ?4 _' D' b/ i/ _# k
How you suffered for you sanity,
( g& i+ l. z- O' u. ?- B; ^How you tried to set them free,
) P1 o! W" T6 W) f( w. W# TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) k r# A3 J% C7 Y- G, D3 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 f) Q2 \' L Q4 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ~+ G }1 m3 w- D3 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; [' ^3 D( Z5 u* L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, P4 d4 V- s! x qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& @0 F! Y" L% j) a: o* yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, T) N5 ^5 F8 ^2 v3 A! W0 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . @: ^2 J6 T7 Y1 @ U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! l: ]+ t4 E7 I. b; C1 t! ~' h1 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & P: P F- M; ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& b% H# O% t& b; H4 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 O+ c- d& \ ^( e+ |! ~! u1 T* Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " t7 c' t8 t8 p' n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( b. {) ?8 b2 a0 I. pHow you suffered for you sanity,
# {. [0 x1 z1 _3 v( H; qHow you tried to set them free,
4 j5 f8 X! _5 k9 W) RThey would not listen they're not listening still, I7 i( t+ F6 f7 ~7 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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