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$ i9 R) b2 s$ g; V4 kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 J0 V; ?+ q' T6 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + \% b$ R! M! j5 t; P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- X. }+ \; h4 n" H- [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ^$ E& T1 m' Q4 m( d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! O* f7 O1 n9 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
- b, N8 T' W; P( eHow you tried to set them free,
' z/ p x1 o6 Z9 E$ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : W) X3 ]4 o- ?4 U# J o1 d: m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ N4 N) o' @% m2 P/ g2 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 j9 O7 q6 y( N3 e7 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 {7 I& G+ ~. _$ S; ^9 W9 C- |4 m
Weathered 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, % T7 Z. G4 g8 M9 u3 Y2 Q7 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Y; I* w5 C: ^- x! z7 z# bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ?2 P- H! w1 }) hBut I could have told you, Vincent, # @7 s2 T- L# ~7 e4 \" i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + c/ g1 r- v6 D5 W7 Y" _8 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, `( q" F2 q2 M& a$ I; A4 e; y; m* BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " d7 W/ S( H' ^0 t/ a: P1 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ k1 }. K3 O4 i; UThe 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, , [" U$ B7 b/ c$ O" R
How you suffered for you sanity,
' W/ z1 {4 p G' H8 Q& H. tHow you tried to set them free,
$ ]0 R* j6 u+ F& yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 X, B- X7 ^8 t! L& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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