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% i2 j9 S- O* {: PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 F: @7 P8 `( m3 d, L3 y# n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) ~" V; O. X- D7 B( H3 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 @! N! Z0 L% n8 p* K# g7 L# zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : D7 ?' M; v8 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 |7 Z; u7 W* E. A, `, U
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 B7 z/ ^* r0 @9 q: D% N
How you tried to set them free,
% C6 \4 i0 g- x- W$ d4 X2 q0 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# z5 Z+ Z3 g# z1 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% B4 L6 s( c' q9 `' _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 d1 I5 s- i3 a- h7 O; QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; P8 ~9 B( o, t2 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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z1 j2 D) c5 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; q, c, w* d# N; \ o9 n1 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 U* f1 n6 b# ]9 W" V7 U, c( nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : m+ _# k& Q1 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: A9 m" I9 Z4 W) L0 N2 T" zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + R, q( q+ J3 i- Y3 g( O& z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# v0 ^% {4 D+ G7 Y" D: p" hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 `: z6 ?) k( _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' G) E; o3 t& `+ W% ^7 A5 B. o) v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - D7 K* ^# Z- N( i4 W5 x
How you suffered for you sanity,: e0 G" D A8 e* S
How you tried to set them free,
7 Z7 I2 u ]1 V, T5 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, . Y) u; M8 J3 T* t" G
Perhaps they never will. |
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