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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 F. h3 d/ Q3 m( s( g( [3 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ?+ U5 d7 w& N2 g- b7 P0 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 @. m# f( F- h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % k y" Y. G2 |% Z; } x/ ^/ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 J8 n0 X$ V8 F7 q5 ]7 w$ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 } T- g1 Z9 z& DHow you tried to set them free,
& r: X8 w& E% `( D# Y1 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& P7 M( e& N$ ]- T Y+ E) ]% BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 a* y6 }# C, m' \* N8 f3 a, a) ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 @# @; w2 q( i7 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' g1 s' f% y8 d* z- Z7 }/ S$ d
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, + g: K+ [& ^7 Y7 u; B2 \# c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; W: r) q: p* b- t: [. iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ^; K( E/ Q5 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; [! o, o7 C( _) A& d, VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 G7 i$ p# \3 Z: A/ \- G; p$ W E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) U4 A7 E6 r; ?5 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ o: q3 G: ?$ K- N5 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : e: Q' p) V( Z
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, 2 _' x, J1 Z% |; o1 e. }
How you suffered for you sanity,; s( x6 {' |. \& m$ j6 `
How you tried to set them free, # N. }$ L9 Z2 s' Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, " q0 ?. D. m$ U1 `5 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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