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$ I( b' X! m. ]( Y! V: ?: GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ^) u) e( H! V1 q& yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 y) u1 N- q4 c2 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- t' ~; N( `) \$ ?5 K4 s$ pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ c! G. `: h3 p1 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 D4 \; [% R* V1 r1 I. v( P2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
( Q, s3 g4 E7 C& Q. \How you tried to set them free,
" H7 E; w1 N7 J( z6 g6 p) B8 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 G( f% p" u1 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# c! V7 v, n2 N7 e8 p$ b3 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
h* o0 Y0 ^8 \% V- f' |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 a9 A# t$ V s' ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ]8 G7 E1 H7 A4 q6 W2 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 p! z8 Q$ W# [, [8 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! H2 e0 Y1 B7 t4 S. C# V$ m5 e! @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 O! I" P5 M" j, E, _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 z6 k% V0 }8 ?/ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ z: V* F5 E% R, M5 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @, N9 \( M8 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Z8 X" n9 @1 @" ^; h fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! V$ N1 u9 a1 s+ NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % b) o- ]6 o) e! k- ^6 u/ E1 Q: C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ ]" o7 g* U: g# {; b* n6 a( P3 ^How you suffered for you sanity,( ^ F5 S1 q% I
How you tried to set them free, 9 C, J& H8 O$ b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 R( s0 b X6 }$ L' YPerhaps they never will. |
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