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1 }( X$ J8 [& i) |$ ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ B7 I7 N1 Q ?3 W6 m; S( BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; t/ y% _$ L% K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) I1 c+ P1 V, {. A6 z1 w( ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# _$ v" F/ p1 j7 X' |2 ? C& R# eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 `2 j( w- W% a& m5 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
) @: J% y4 o; I/ ]7 Z [# ^How you tried to set them free,
9 x7 E4 {% x$ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 M( e' I, o8 V! C: M7 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Y1 J* v) ?- s5 V+ D+ \* M9 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 M5 C( p1 H% \& A/ `* BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
B2 i# P, Y: W" @5 k1 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Q! e: U: j1 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / B7 Q6 r: I' I! Y; z8 u% x3 b1 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& @4 S, x$ N$ j! EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 z( N" V4 B { L7 u1 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 Z3 f; d/ i2 \2 W, D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - c$ M O6 F- m3 L) {/ x! [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 t% j* L/ f7 R. m% b" i0 ?& pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ L0 W" f2 k6 [8 r6 m; xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * r0 z4 a7 v9 d$ ^5 ?) a
# }% ^9 _' z5 ]2 v1 i4 ~; W2 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- _# O" _9 r% X# i9 U( x& K" YHow you suffered for you sanity,# z: l* \2 ]4 V' i# D
How you tried to set them free, 0 U- j8 i$ g" H4 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, / T2 X1 A% a+ v) a2 D8 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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