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, |0 c# }$ x5 U( ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 l4 k0 l! E/ D- B1 h$ R& l8 J/ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 f7 Z2 d! _+ m# F$ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ^! {1 C4 R! T/ z/ r2 @7 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. \. Z3 N w% ]2 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 Q* Q a" u, G7 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 K& W$ W8 X+ ?) b6 U% Z" }6 b
How you tried to set them free,
" B3 t, I: I5 ^- xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 t1 \ t( f2 y3 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; h. r/ A( C* Q& y) B% WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 x( O0 k; }( K! o- L% c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Z o5 g5 h* V( h: X/ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - R* r4 k P3 Z+ K( H( Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , M- ]) J" b+ i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 z6 w, H: }: ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 [" x/ x) C8 N8 \7 a* oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 z1 Q7 j, c4 \8 `3 A3 g6 v6 I% [2 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 E0 Z! i* m" R1 s% z* k3 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) A: V9 V& O1 V3 q( e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & i$ q+ O/ ]0 E7 x. q1 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - ^2 Y+ ^- S! f% m) J& @6 w* A4 u0 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 ?* I$ z1 d* U, A9 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
: v# u" a* M6 dHow you tried to set them free, " s$ _/ O% b/ ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, / @9 E1 K) F) E+ O
Perhaps they never will. |
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