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' V q7 X: B: EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 _- e. R3 ?4 U. X( ^. [' D/ x3 p% aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 w5 _, @5 U0 ?: |1 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 D4 ^1 B0 b" i, `0 v6 ^( E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 u% h4 k8 N4 q( Q% Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," i4 _; {6 B+ \0 Z0 y- Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ) d& H( Q$ w8 v4 G* S+ ~$ V
How you tried to set them free,
* A, f! U( r4 F; _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 c- b4 W& ~8 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" w& w, W) h$ M6 T, ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ E6 ?7 p: G, X$ T2 \3 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + S9 W; j' C8 ?! h/ z2 v( L" O
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,
& E) W+ `- @& ~* U: [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - w3 f7 a! C1 J$ B0 L9 V0 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) u6 k+ N0 I. b, }3 o; y! N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; j! H$ x8 e3 H% H+ t! T ]' RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 I+ A, {6 F/ F4 U2 {+ G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; w; j. q2 [4 }5 G5 D( N6 y2 X9 P/ v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: H& _ R5 T/ d4 t5 G& sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. X$ z& e* X9 e% {; n* l7 h
1 n8 y) `0 @2 R' t# ~2 ~ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , X* I6 j* U# O. t9 ?, S3 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
% q$ ]. d! }& R0 s' z pHow you tried to set them free,
: P' {. r( f1 O# CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 u% Y+ f" g* I1 t$ G7 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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