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+ W' s9 b7 f) ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 h$ b# J0 g: Y, r- G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ]: i9 }! e$ c9 F, f0 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 U8 {9 z% q) D+ [# xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / d& h+ y" I' c- V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ]$ }: }. L1 G& J
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 q% b6 c8 Z1 e% K5 h. ^2 b' n0 W
How you tried to set them free,
. O! {; `' Q5 X/ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & G& G) f6 R7 \' \* L7 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, W! d( i+ p- B" n- @ e* m8 |3 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 b/ y% W+ p, x7 N& w- c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. i( Z% H8 [* e/ P! k6 `( KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- I/ m3 E1 K; ]% qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- E3 {+ F# Z8 y6 C4 j% ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 W2 k* ~$ `8 P8 Q0 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( h: @) u+ E9 A' PBut I could have told you, Vincent, - u* e1 L% X; _% S) d- q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # d/ r/ o' }1 s( X* f+ `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' |$ q! c5 L) NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 `. ?: y# c0 `% [# q7 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 q) |6 }" d$ ~6 C3 k0 y# X: I4 uThe 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, / C7 `* @* }3 `
How you suffered for you sanity," q* g# S1 g5 k( y
How you tried to set them free,
3 ~- T! l$ O3 f2 T. [3 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, - m# a' o( v4 E8 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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