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& Q. m; d& `/ I8 j0 e. l2 h1 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' z! ~! D+ L: TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' B5 Z7 @, v7 ~: J- ^5 q! U6 F8 D. L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," v% U- S, O7 n" k* _6 ^' C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 h1 {8 V( T+ `6 O5 g# l W% z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- l1 P! p' v3 V" l& @6 NHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 d. z! E0 M5 F) u% {1 k
How you tried to set them free,
& v9 ?) h3 @: C8 }* ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. T6 w! g# W" O% N' pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 ~! H; A4 W% G4 {6 c' USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
y# H) y7 V0 b ~0 w& Z W& OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 p1 @2 |( w: EWeathered 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, ( o8 S2 w- L6 \5 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 p& s! _- g8 _1 O: U) ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) d3 r. _+ {; S0 O% oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ]! ~3 [9 R" e9 L$ ~8 B7 d9 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 A5 z& C: V+ A5 x2 L6 v9 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 m5 o5 B; m- ^$ T7 \7 h3 Y- nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
{; ~$ `* L/ oThe 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,
- R d8 r) \; @- w3 v3 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 _8 `+ l; @- P. kHow you tried to set them free,
0 v3 J9 P4 n+ o$ q# dThey would not listen they're not listening still, , L! Y2 X7 N# k3 }" x
Perhaps they never will. |
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