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2 k. c" d# d4 h7 C' m6 ^1 v6 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " i( H+ B: ~5 f. a) \1 x0 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' g# Z) E0 s9 Q. @" }. B2 Z! v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 h& B4 ]% \% r0 A# b) V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( I/ M6 y$ R+ _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) i, k/ a0 a: q1 G. n+ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l3 K5 [4 e% o: `* a9 B% SHow you tried to set them free, $ G1 `- F: S8 `0 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! V6 R; }9 k' u3 i' p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . G4 j3 J7 g, ]( m; l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, e" N5 U2 _& {. c; `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
P3 m& r, Z& ] u3 J; S! K2 Y6 G8 y4 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 `8 ^1 e* s0 ` S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; k1 m! U, n' }3 T3 r# w8 W! ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( a0 b5 u. J: {1 Z5 D! zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ?9 g0 s& E8 y- b
But I could have told you, Vincent, . }! @1 t7 c" p- a1 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ ~" U$ Z ~' m) ^: S& f8 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 b5 w, T# D/ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! i5 G% `7 ]/ p; z- p0 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % B7 B" M2 D/ u6 |) m5 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & o9 L8 x0 U9 q8 `' A( K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' s% W+ ^5 ?) I! m# x! WHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 z1 H5 P5 h7 B$ rHow you tried to set them free, # e; L: c% A k+ p- {( ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! Q- q) E9 j& @; O0 m7 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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