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* H3 C1 x4 R7 q/ E$ L, q: uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, J6 ] e2 B) k4 H9 S! N0 A4 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 G5 \. D9 q( o! `. g( y* wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ C( y4 w4 F; T) ^7 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 _! `/ u6 o) }8 ~5 F {6 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' n( M- P) c7 ]8 Y5 YHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 L) A0 A, o" o+ O7 S( P
How you tried to set them free, 1 K6 J" ^5 J6 ]1 @ x0 Q/ N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. j: @4 h+ D7 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) O* H" e; Z8 {6 z9 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / V! O |1 g3 }# }# x+ C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ r' S5 K1 w$ \- E$ x( \+ N0 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, d) h( _ P( l) k" @8 ^2 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Z) l s# C6 t5 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. R% j+ O! V7 T; o3 T) n3 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 h- x8 h. d& O% x5 w0 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) o! k7 a+ r) _( Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' {9 X) a# X9 ]: J! U% F0 s% CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 h5 L& b1 [2 T) D' U. u. sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" \/ Y0 X; U+ \ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 Y# r& L' C/ \, Q% \- A |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & Q2 w. d7 M( e4 y2 r5 G
2 q5 ?" ?7 j- J2 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + f7 n) ~- F) ?+ T6 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
( t% E! w, s2 d5 VHow you tried to set them free,
0 c# o% S4 V1 c- m; {/ yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& d# K8 L9 v3 N" k# mPerhaps they never will. |
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