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' d0 r5 }" {7 g0 Q: Z/ e, X$ lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # e7 f9 W& m0 M1 P* u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; E$ E( C, t+ C7 n' T0 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Q! F |( y2 D' t0 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 K0 y, s9 D8 I. \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 f+ M/ [& J4 u: r: H8 H! p9 |How you suffered for you sanity,
D) m4 N" P6 ^" }+ Y4 c: nHow you tried to set them free, . ~% M6 d4 Z0 d3 W4 r! o' _# O9 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 H- p6 V, L& q; c9 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ q5 d1 o, B& s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 j2 R0 E- P6 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 o4 h4 a1 C/ O, x. k$ ?) o% C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# h) t7 S; { h5 t1 r- n6 _$ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 r, e. `/ @( k8 Q1 d D3 x* X3 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 t! X* N2 A I0 \7 |4 @7 [8 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' s& E. {! I* M ]) `But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 R, ?3 e0 g( z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & D, @2 ^6 Y- s' n. ]" N# V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 o$ B8 m4 c6 E" f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " l1 m( C9 Y' }; }! y% ^, u
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, ! ~: i" y g) p% Q- z. j' y
How you suffered for you sanity,6 G: g I' Z8 Z% `7 |6 r5 r; {; |
How you tried to set them free,
$ K0 x: Z, O" E. g# A9 AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 z2 Z4 K" k- f% x u0 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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