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4 f. `8 {/ h) i8 U n3 I; }# B* rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ @' c0 b0 O, a. ?" t' [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, B2 I) ] G4 X; D* N R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% ^' F4 s/ [: G, n9 o1 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, a0 D7 p8 c6 |4 v9 @7 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* R7 ?# k, K( d( `( ~& {" L3 k8 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, - F1 T/ Z; |' D8 }$ ^
How you tried to set them free,
! r2 P! {* [# W5 u1 f8 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 q! o# y; n9 N) g7 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " p% i& N! [; X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' _% N% U# P: A' V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; g& |/ b/ L) x' m) f' D1 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ k$ i+ a# a X% \, [7 A$ hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 q+ e$ X* O' ^5 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( S2 Y( [2 L7 i) u8 Y( P" [! P; ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( z2 ^9 K0 x; g) }+ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! e3 u" C, r! `$ S' @# t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" N: O6 @; S. i- f+ l" z8 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , t( A f; F9 {2 ~/ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 U0 K$ O& X2 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' W. I6 f. y/ b) a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 _/ B! F, K( K1 d9 z; s; k% }, qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 J. g8 ^* g3 [0 C+ ]How you suffered for you sanity,3 e7 u# _. j+ u b( K& g/ N( r: E
How you tried to set them free,
$ { l2 \! w0 s1 Z, wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 E2 N$ D. ]2 ^, K# C& `
Perhaps they never will. |
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