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: A3 z- e3 d' y/ v. T. xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 F, O% g% p( F2 a4 A6 \- G3 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ f. D$ ^6 W2 j# bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 i2 `- S. p$ k' Y7 d. G) m p& b) ^& D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * K7 c' G( j6 m9 N- H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 {0 C4 S7 Y3 }1 ~. w# yHow you suffered for you sanity, . `7 [1 h7 o7 t/ L( H
How you tried to set them free,
2 ?# \2 p" g/ E; X: S! |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( e5 a$ a4 p3 L6 {" w" Y& ]1 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ B* \0 P3 y' X7 ~. l" K- lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' I2 K5 u2 _3 k. C/ J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ q5 D' }- z* D3 B- W( O7 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 ~; Y8 t! W$ n) ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ~ j! f, m) u7 ~& ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 j- M9 K6 F2 K( F# b* h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / }0 r$ i" D) t. T. o$ G
But I could have told you, Vincent, - \( A7 _: s( T. V0 g4 r2 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ?5 I& G" I, o3 Q t* {6 i
2 q* e1 U& A3 M3 \" qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 X0 \; N( Y) j" o$ h, FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 W j7 N- u# h1 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- i0 i- d" Y! `$ W2 p$ BThe 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,
% r4 {- @2 B) M) t$ R4 A" w) H% YHow you suffered for you sanity," D3 ^* R; l. D# o% Y& r' B
How you tried to set them free, - r; I. C. S, F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' r6 n; w9 K4 \8 n* R; y H2 fPerhaps they never will. |
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