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, M$ j H2 X0 h1 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 E }, x7 ?" m4 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' B7 m7 O1 S7 j0 f0 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- W: |4 m/ B9 X( d& |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 O9 R! \) v+ _2 j- vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ J" k) Y3 F" [6 t7 J! LHow you suffered for you sanity,
* B/ b! ]& X+ K% ~) ?How you tried to set them free, [$ R# M! q$ t/ l- k3 S/ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : t# m$ t r! g. t, Z" N! F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! k3 ?" j3 K# H0 c; C7 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 W- u; j) u, }8 r# g4 r" MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" R4 ?# m% Y( Y8 ], f6 KWeathered 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,
( K3 n# D, ^4 h0 c4 Z( \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q0 u; M! D4 R- y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 X$ O7 {0 S, E0 K- D. JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 j) A S1 `; v6 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" `- b ]4 n2 r# \) l% _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 G3 f" ?: b7 c" l7 y$ G9 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. y% S3 c+ {6 w# s+ k5 e5 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : p# j: ?( a2 Z: M, V0 d& I
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,
' [+ V: D# }4 @0 [5 a2 vHow you suffered for you sanity,/ o# p" c- L* }
How you tried to set them free,
) ~( L/ ~; S# x3 w& [( N1 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% x# e* Z1 s0 }Perhaps they never will. |
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