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* I( `) y6 e. Z+ y" C. _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ K% Z. b" ?1 r8 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 R) J! h% }' _" _8 j) J9 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 [- ?& u [1 m9 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" N% c0 c4 N) x; ]( h3 `/ T/ gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! l: o1 i) l3 m' G6 G& T
How you suffered for you sanity,
p; E5 n8 u/ B5 GHow you tried to set them free,
/ P( q! ^) m- A8 P9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Y4 j) i7 @& ?) M+ T$ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: m- Y# _2 ~* Q. o0 W$ D, P. T1 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ~ N$ v/ i4 o+ WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 a/ O) I9 M* P5 `Weathered 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, ; }* |4 n2 a) ^0 V7 c g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , m* Y1 \8 ]9 {& c, V7 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 u3 [1 n) `0 K5 E+ TBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( A7 z7 ~& y7 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, m' f4 I9 D# _, B% o# j* mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * e; R7 j+ w& n" l( F+ z6 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 U e2 c. E* c- ^4 [" A, b7 G2 S4 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _& Z. U8 S. S0 L0 T9 S. |$ NThe 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,
" a9 s, L2 ^2 I6 B/ r0 [How you suffered for you sanity,
9 c/ R) l5 ~; ]How you tried to set them free, / x$ }& a4 a4 Y2 d; Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) n& y" p, j3 t. f/ k7 G! {Perhaps they never will. |
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