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/ U2 E/ u2 h3 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . T$ z9 F0 J8 \' x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Y- A, J/ [+ L% C" Y/ p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* n, e; G# ^7 f' R8 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : o" z! J+ }1 a+ b( {* ]! G) u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 K7 k( _, S0 p' n9 }- rHow you suffered for you sanity, ; k; S8 U7 P3 F4 C
How you tried to set them free,
: H2 b& t3 H, p, }, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! y& A4 b: }6 b' U: w, MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 w7 R; U5 U, I& y" d. g: g9 |9 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 |( b# U6 N7 \) C1 |) NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 B$ E8 B3 {6 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; V! G; p' o8 i: E9 h ]7 y, I9 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- F' P0 U( m- G. GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: o. w6 F- B' a4 k# p/ bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# w# V: L/ c& q* {3 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 `! ?- q# Y% e% SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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d) c% i9 c w$ e5 P% x9 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 O9 P. d! e M ], a" b. HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 Q$ V* s0 R' r8 ?4 [8 e: j6 u6 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & l1 j/ m' v1 ?5 d0 A
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, % m* O! i! D8 j' W% B
How you suffered for you sanity,
! R: d/ \! ^# h6 \9 T6 N& HHow you tried to set them free,
8 w5 @$ S* w* }) Y0 w/ _They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ]( T5 o: D! K+ V# P- G5 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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