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& X; t: L( U" LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F7 g6 q7 s) \) b2 N. y2 J% ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * l& R. j+ h6 g% s& X$ _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 [7 d9 s6 q2 u& W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 p3 b% C) C6 u0 N) {! Z4 ^6 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 T+ `2 h& U# D) Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 D. o4 I: s' i# o3 n
How you tried to set them free,
/ y/ Z7 D U0 u2 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* B7 `0 }9 q: o' S4 g( v6 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: @8 Q% k/ r9 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ]# ^& ^$ V8 f% H) k9 \# jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 e, i" ~2 q/ z- n4 \7 U
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,
# D# i2 K0 f" ?" EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 a% |2 t* C: j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 r) W5 R$ X1 a9 {& pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 q* c W u: m L0 h4 R# k) {$ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / n: ?4 M- J" x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - @. h g+ X2 h/ m$ ?$ G+ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; p: o# ]" u% W, t1 ~; ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # y: o5 A5 ^- ?# I7 `7 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - |$ W% {: W5 b8 V# f' m: p! Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 o# U# h7 m. `
How you suffered for you sanity,
# b3 S: H5 b. j4 }; uHow you tried to set them free,
( x9 _6 j# l1 c- S9 H7 [; q ^+ I6 y- JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! s7 ]+ X- f5 r1 J) d
Perhaps they never will. |
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