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$ [+ R7 {8 m) O* I& g- @8 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' p4 H k1 N3 G# k, A9 O- ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 b6 C& M: E) y7 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- G: p: M( \5 F& q* ^5 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ i* ^$ ^2 K) }. N4 h4 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 A" c8 l6 Z6 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 \9 h5 O, P& WHow you tried to set them free,
- B5 _6 D' a- U& [" yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " P4 M% d) Y; y0 a0 }" }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ K8 U) z8 D9 u) N J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Q2 @" _' k% k# }3 c4 bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) c# d& c8 Z u8 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 C& a2 |8 |) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; g3 \: U. q- l# ~' i! L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; h2 D7 G2 j! W! d0 }9 @& c* N& s0 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ]/ l2 |* l4 K( N) B+ o+ W# H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 C. N2 ^0 W, P; }& Q& F/ o& n# v" IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! L' d& V2 w5 G' M; L! e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 H# \% Q4 x: R6 M/ M, y. dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - o k+ b% f+ P0 k7 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 d2 \1 L6 |/ }. E5 X9 f0 [& `
, C* |. h* `- j5 V! [* GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 v7 l$ ?2 \; fHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 n, |8 h8 T9 `. Z& f' j& x: A5 SHow you tried to set them free,
2 g) ^. W9 J" o3 P3 j# nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 z, h/ R/ D8 BPerhaps they never will. |
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