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/ b, B3 x0 U* {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 c& M, c7 H$ F+ K8 N4 F0 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ~! l. V, [# P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 m0 u T7 ~6 f: N% Y" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 t8 S) h2 ]# l7 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 D# V2 I' X! B$ [1 oHow you suffered for you sanity, $ e9 R6 H) S! ?5 ?7 D" x
How you tried to set them free,
8 p3 E$ y8 a5 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ E3 M' w, B3 `# y6 |2 |0 z: m9 b- b0 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 F* ?# i4 ?' I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, a7 K. p4 |7 D: B; u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 |. R: M) k# Z* y3 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " B, W5 h( N, J
' r% _4 |' \3 R, jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; x+ W2 j" @8 x% J2 D4 _5 E4 h# C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& V9 K$ p5 \0 r3 p; S8 E0 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) E& v6 ?2 @- Z1 B* r$ O5 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, , W9 b- L& \* ?1 q, S; O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - `7 ^- i2 b; L! t+ m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Z. q% B' R8 B9 t1 D3 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; I8 C3 S% g: A/ Z* nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 h) @5 D% e; c. J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 |! p+ I' D9 Y+ i9 e7 S7 lHow you suffered for you sanity,% ~# ^6 i- @7 ~ G* V/ }4 r4 _: ^
How you tried to set them free,
8 Z7 z j3 D' z1 _3 g2 E9 E' wThey would not listen they're not listening still, / G; l" t0 g7 F3 g' m% m9 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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