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' v! {, Q- t5 G M4 @/ \. g7 h3 @: uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & Z/ _* G" R7 Q' B! }. o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 D9 O! M0 E7 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, t* j8 B; |; e2 E- X `* N9 K2 k7 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( E' v, h4 K3 p: h7 Z8 } v5 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 P% f8 C) ^. UHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 P+ m! n: W% g9 s1 x& ]How you tried to set them free, 8 `# y# b' Q* D/ C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: M0 d7 F( l# V+ Q; \$ J. eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * s7 X( V% ^# E7 I& f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 E7 i1 v% p) n# }2 k2 I$ u) j- LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 u% y4 E* t! l/ \) EWeathered 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,
1 t3 \$ } ?* U5 E8 O/ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 g6 N6 Y: Z& j% d# wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 \& m/ u1 A. ] J) g- ?6 S5 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, / x8 c* H; G' ^; `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ {/ q' `& C$ [3 x$ t$ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 T7 M1 n- A' z0 |' tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ j3 V/ [5 A t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# S9 u. Y! H# T1 E( fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * s8 \$ D2 N6 ~" n+ g: E4 i
2 C; j) W+ X4 u# v% L2 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 I6 _" |- ]; q1 W, f7 T& gHow you suffered for you sanity,
: T1 q' Q' K4 k2 i( f/ }How you tried to set them free,
# d" u, t7 q" T1 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 u& _% u1 Y8 s, {# ^' o Q$ v, H# APerhaps they never will. |
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