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$ u: @9 [: R/ r7 k7 R* vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! o: f3 \& p3 J' ]- H" L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # p$ I+ G9 M6 f8 r$ C( k# V/ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% p" L- I5 y8 l- z' X1 \6 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: F# V& n( d H1 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* P, g* Y' Z( i! m+ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
. C" I4 p, T/ u( ~( o, `+ X( NHow you tried to set them free,
- ?, E6 t A1 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! w& q9 T" [& `& P$ z d$ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& G2 ]3 L9 g" N+ ~( \* G+ T+ ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! C+ @' Z: _% M) T. T/ O0 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 F5 R) b4 @- b1 @" F
Weathered 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,
- e7 ^: p: Z' ?1 X. K% C1 ?+ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " R0 u3 ?: g/ Y- W8 H- D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 r" W' y" d; |, u0 Z# P! Z3 B* xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( r$ Q6 |' P( mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 J- ~) v0 J. E! w& L( L4 F! f: x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # }' h4 Z3 G& u" w3 B9 i9 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 l0 T6 h8 o# C# t0 ^" X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; C/ \7 S1 K4 _) L8 nThe 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,
! Z2 i( f# F* yHow you suffered for you sanity,- A0 [" {' M* [4 {
How you tried to set them free, + D6 l; g6 P$ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ c8 C7 }) D/ y( c4 aPerhaps they never will. |
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