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: B7 l2 d7 N$ j# C3 I. \- SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " B# N4 b1 O, U& X6 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 V, C4 q9 r# E' e6 f' Q! w' U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 w' j& K! W% j& X- x& r$ k+ e0 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ Q" x5 g, E/ s' Q7 d. l* Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 U- \/ x0 a. ^ n% k" A$ {
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 d( t& U& I1 {* p2 e" i3 H/ THow you tried to set them free,
& s5 v6 F& I- e3 n# |. j- RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: @9 L9 k0 W% i( c1 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 M$ f% Q* _! ^, r+ MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! z2 d8 }& ?7 r% aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . H3 }! a: T& V/ u6 k) S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; U. a* B- d. u- IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ n; A! B+ v/ L& N7 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 r4 ]$ r: W i+ ?: q2 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 K: g8 ~- H7 L6 `1 u" y) V. @
But I could have told you, Vincent, - }& b/ x8 Y) d" h- K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & I" s: I2 n2 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + b9 C/ P2 Y9 e6 N( V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- c8 D# T* J0 r. Z, R. B8 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / v5 U% [/ u, D) x
The 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, + p `) y! r6 \9 P- n, \
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ m4 E9 ^0 Z0 [4 I& FHow you tried to set them free, + k4 H2 A4 J0 v* m& U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) T8 Z J! M# f" c# l: M
Perhaps they never will. |
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