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9 h5 S4 P3 F: \, u; E& g) J+ p' [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, x* s6 G7 a' I+ ]- d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& l, _+ R; L, j9 b4 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* L3 B. @! @3 Z; O6 `: u4 B& SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ~- ?7 c8 U) X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 u& |$ @0 ?; @# ]How you suffered for you sanity,
3 h$ g8 _2 ]( A8 H( p: KHow you tried to set them free, 8 I' }: j2 E8 b, R8 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # e8 }/ ^3 b' w) o' b; Q2 f! d2 q6 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 \; O' t/ Y2 m7 o2 C& @: D& o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) n, t, k9 Y b5 }3 T; c; T# ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " `6 E& b1 l( g* |' i% K
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, $ J1 i/ d) Z$ N9 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 U3 _* ?- i- ?4 o' b7 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * k1 r% ^: s; O7 g* j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) S& R5 V |4 J- {: y* ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : o4 L- R R3 D2 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 B" k Q6 S _( o, |% i+ sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : g# A% c* C7 B1 ?$ ]) h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; G% ~1 g* \" z8 N8 y# x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % E: L4 i$ L- j3 O, \8 ~+ b% A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" H! B5 u) E3 E2 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
* {" E W1 q* I F9 s$ xHow you tried to set them free,
5 B6 w8 T- v4 R8 }) d- q3 t6 G+ }They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 a( m0 Y: h7 R4 _) U3 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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