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& Q/ ?" @1 m( i- ~- t. o/ vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ R: w/ V h) E- }" MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 R( I# r6 J0 b5 N! A( f3 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 K$ i' x- _0 j/ g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 n$ m2 B8 ^4 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Z1 W8 y3 v A& W& p9 p' G' l
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 J. Z. x/ K5 X8 S& Y
How you tried to set them free,
: H8 o# C0 q; mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" y+ v& H, r8 @% z9 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- ]# ?3 n' ~: B( l; z! f: y" GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) `8 \1 Q* N, \5 E) X; V7 f/ YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; H! \2 f- S, j3 c! A4 G5 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Z/ F, z, {' x3 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " s* g+ F. [, ~. |( @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 e, r3 K! q! KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 c% i+ u+ z) [' h7 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; A4 a; F, L; p: F) Q, L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 f' G0 [5 {, M) t7 ]; A) ?1 X: BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! b5 ]9 Y! K5 N2 y( @; o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. K; x+ |9 ?. j! N/ W0 y& G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . S: h. L! U) a% T! f8 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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h* G7 \" k; _/ L+ l8 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F7 x o# Y1 X" m
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 }9 K% a4 m1 [# z1 vHow you tried to set them free, $ L* a" F7 Q8 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* h* N3 z3 a! D* jPerhaps they never will. |
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