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; _8 e" R1 |( G" \- AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 ^" H: ]$ F* B7 {: p# ~4 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. u1 ^( J' ?4 z4 x# I2 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' v! i* G6 k+ m% L! O$ G7 r1 {/ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 [- l6 x1 s% Z2 h4 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 C! b4 I1 j' q
How you suffered for you sanity, ; b, O; x( s2 Z6 Y6 O( w
How you tried to set them free,
6 j7 E1 M7 j {0 Z+ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 b8 F% M1 _. x9 P8 v" ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " r/ X$ \0 W: O9 [6 E( e5 T4 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' _+ G! D" w: V/ t9 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 w# N; V. ~1 q# O7 c/ lWeathered 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, , F# H* o: D9 i3 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
R o7 Z1 B- K6 z( @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 \! P7 w; o! E4 @% w5 w8 Q! EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; _. }6 `7 [' S, z% L1 C$ {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 d% e# A1 P. X$ w$ J+ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 @2 l: d+ L$ U* W: `' cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; U$ s& @; W9 n4 Y3 o! }) F
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, # u& e+ G6 F! k- m+ s4 T) o" X
How you suffered for you sanity,) s) ?4 a" J8 g' Z* p Y* r
How you tried to set them free, 8 E) i! M z, {5 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 } N6 I4 U) z- fPerhaps they never will. |
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