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+ O% @ J! P y9 D0 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / L1 K8 A6 B9 ~) n6 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 y3 y; `% M y" ^& c2 L, _ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 O5 T1 d! T, |0 a: j% H% ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( n, {9 v7 U P) D. Z6 }# o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 x- v. H- V+ `6 d( ~% ^How you suffered for you sanity,
, F% M. r! @' ~, j* |How you tried to set them free,
9 k# h' X3 a$ ~5 f) ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 h7 }0 c5 a' h4 r3 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 j; ~. {" b, `0 o( v1 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% S6 l7 F2 M7 [. n3 D1 H' pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % K j: F# W2 A- P0 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) V# w* B) W" U! l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 p1 }# [$ Q N! x& _' XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) k: |4 V0 i# I& x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 x, c! F1 I& z4 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ y. D8 [% Q0 P1 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- o/ E) r# {* Z0 t+ bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * m5 m8 f p* o2 C' Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( g# F4 H5 X) J0 ?/ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% J, K7 T, m" _3 u# l% ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Y7 w. Q8 m7 ~4 w& r2 T) oHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ }% w9 J1 I/ W; W0 g! D+ }How you tried to set them free,
2 m+ F" B/ H( W3 ~4 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 I1 L* f! T: R1 n% WPerhaps they never will. |
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