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/ H: F3 j7 V4 f! [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ N+ ]& t7 l" PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( r2 t/ u, O! [) lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 ]& Y8 L% L% P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + k1 i: J3 j+ s7 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ^0 D, ?# n) u! P8 Y0 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 t% J. b2 e4 o, g* c! WHow you tried to set them free,
1 N, a4 ]. n- z* uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* j+ ?# z$ ^9 x( a$ a: ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& B+ T8 i9 x' W4 h; _3 O2 p5 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 D; x( _3 ]# z: d3 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: \! x8 z p' V7 t. N" G0 O8 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. t3 k1 X; L7 V# V; x
1 R. s# v7 `. u* V tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! `- g1 t9 j1 u- H! m" L S* e1 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 N) ?2 V A9 R `3 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- p9 ]2 `& \; z- Q# u, mBut I could have told you, Vincent, / E/ a7 _! P$ R- ~7 m, h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 k2 S3 I( c. o. n2 W/ C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ]. n/ U0 Q) o$ j/ Q; z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # i! n! g' f7 W3 ?" X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / Z! h e" R! x. V6 q2 }7 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 {8 s/ u' W+ C u( _, q" K o
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ?* S6 g3 a* o2 L7 r( QHow you tried to set them free, $ `0 Y2 Q' I) E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 l S* L, @, D, H$ o- ~Perhaps they never will. |
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