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3 `4 ]1 R: z& m, [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 K/ x" D3 o; C' o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 c4 B; i* V5 ]6 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: S! C0 o% O* xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! F/ {7 I! B2 ?+ |- j1 n& f% P( x0 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% x" U8 l' G9 oHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 a" W( z, z4 Y( I3 a
How you tried to set them free, - G6 i* i* D8 j( y* @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( {6 s9 ~5 }: G; v! kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 s7 P, ~, A, m% ~; z& b- dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / b2 R! k* P( @* d! h; Q0 Q1 }" K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 o, j. A) e& K. ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : s8 q& s: F9 M. o) O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 Q7 w3 X1 T) I# K0 ]9 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( r. \( i; n0 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 T) P' \ u; L( ~! g: M) k6 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ M$ p& ~# N2 C5 M- rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* W e* q2 ~ ]# T! aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 S+ Q" H* [: w1 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& x8 T7 b$ `; g% M3 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! z6 k. u" I JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# D2 G7 B0 Y" Z7 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, o3 o2 O7 d* P$ P) Y y5 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 f; x" @$ ?% _8 U3 H# d2 ?How you tried to set them free,
1 i4 T7 @- b& J/ I8 V; U: DThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) V. ~5 d8 r9 X) e a" ~9 e0 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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