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1 ?- J8 G. q' W: b" \) NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 _- q8 B/ ]3 W! g* z" ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , C7 w: {/ O- \# \5 W4 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ Q( b4 Q3 `0 Z1 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& h% V ^- [2 Y6 f. \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- B, y: ?' O$ S$ @6 B! \- `9 dHow you suffered for you sanity, & F. e: o4 E @+ I
How you tried to set them free, 7 F8 t3 Y, F# u7 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 X8 k6 Z' b$ @6 _* n% M' K5 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; o/ _4 T: c, a; z- E6 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * L! R* X% I7 i* w. J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : W0 ~4 c: h8 l. u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' ^; d9 l; Q4 T6 c7 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! W5 i: A' T' ? X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 }1 y' T; _1 D# @* ?2 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; s9 Z2 O6 r9 r1 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, " u4 T7 a5 C5 b! }3 m3 p; H4 Y3 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 H4 }/ P5 s$ C8 k4 w7 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 \4 e8 U) B9 }0 r$ w0 ^9 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 {( {4 e$ `- h/ ~4 @3 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) q2 u7 e) I" I& d3 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. i. t! W8 S/ P: Q. O! e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" U' D/ H/ U6 e, d# GHow you suffered for you sanity,
Z" w Q ^% F2 V) d% BHow you tried to set them free, 1 P5 P; ?' P* Q5 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 _ K6 X6 U5 x: B4 s( c0 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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