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/ d1 G3 ~9 c7 F2 G) c( G; R, O5 b" eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * {$ T7 ?2 z) J6 L& ^2 n* O- J' Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - R" l, l+ b; F7 ?: d8 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ @8 t) @4 ~& u0 i; ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " c% n* J+ a, `& ?$ T& B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 {5 O/ h1 M! T3 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
& k: z0 n' b: mHow you tried to set them free, + b. m3 B! d1 g# l0 y" U) c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" j0 b1 U V& a& ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! A1 f- t! d; D0 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, i) f2 Q) `% w; r$ O7 I5 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - V- i& H" }# Z$ J8 d+ G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' x {& N3 S6 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . A* d5 h% J: z" x7 V. K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " o2 V7 S) N. J5 }6 A# B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 U" W. G& ^6 I' o. {- {! i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 y$ P n+ R: M3 s1 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 t1 p: @0 v3 ]3 [' f; q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' {; W4 \) j0 d& ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }9 B% e; h9 @7 J3 ^9 D. AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ?2 F. E6 }7 m6 Z( {
3 X8 b( \( z) b& n0 T7 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& j$ u: q9 z k- d# K/ e0 U: U7 ?How you suffered for you sanity,0 [. l& V4 E* ?5 b9 [: u$ L
How you tried to set them free,
0 \8 e4 m% W6 v" \3 C" mThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( r: w( Z* t( `2 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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