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$ Q# E8 @0 x! r& ]9 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 o& N/ w* e$ q7 A. B7 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 w/ K/ `; G* [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 d" O! U- q! w+ tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ w/ C4 X8 u1 d: o+ x: VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! v& }# |8 N8 f: ~$ X) p: X
How you suffered for you sanity,
' i& s p/ ]; e: H9 GHow you tried to set them free, 6 W. l H7 P, ?* T9 G& ?' z5 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ]5 [# J; R( k' gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% V$ z& t9 D# y2 G9 y X" ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " T( B; l- ?7 `; p' m5 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 g, h) Q) P7 P5 ~/ U+ ~( U4 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 e1 u: V% `% T1 f- X& UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 h( U4 U h! I6 K: ]8 t( MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % Z+ R, D) ?! P, j# \4 |, {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 f7 S$ g* K: R1 k1 q8 w2 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, . w1 b; f, L# c' [8 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 m+ l/ V4 R3 |; G( oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 s: Y7 L1 i9 ~" A! V$ W( cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 E" W1 W9 }6 k( N( G u) z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) X' m) s, S2 y4 f/ H) D2 X. uThe 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, + v* U8 b) f$ g) x* J
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r" F$ l: L. R* ^How you tried to set them free,
2 u1 D. ]1 ^) y- z' c" HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 Q1 e: T2 A" h5 @Perhaps they never will. |
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