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4 x/ T" N2 y' d; z4 ~; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * i" H2 {9 G7 B( A# a2 L4 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 N' h! |% S4 m+ y! V$ oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Y" Z8 ?, F X( x9 u3 ~; BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 t5 t2 z* ?3 C! V, jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 |0 H9 V$ K1 Q2 o9 g% b9 e
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 Y6 x2 x: T: Q( V4 e
How you tried to set them free,
& @+ H/ m. g4 ~& _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 A2 F# m! M `6 {) ^/ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% N, m+ p% W: i( @; Y) b+ D lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' N, {( H, C: i) m; vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) n3 ]6 Q) U1 g5 F7 X% u* C3 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. |0 w% m1 v0 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . l5 j' Y6 O% M5 f5 |9 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) O. y" m' y& o/ i, f/ V4 g4 G/ G7 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 B: y( r! U4 c5 S# Z W
But I could have told you, Vincent, . K/ H' g6 {1 N% ?5 `: m, O2 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . v) k- z1 Z! Q. p" {' U) f
3 ^, H0 N1 a& k* d! ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
U7 y- ~7 { i! h6 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 W \+ r+ f6 o5 k; ?3 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) b" H2 \4 W5 t1 s- O( pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! L) i3 q0 V3 K% w% c+ W6 B7 i1 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& \0 g7 H6 P* t# R. X; |2 [ }How you suffered for you sanity, y/ g7 C3 \& p: m) `& m$ Q" J, M: P
How you tried to set them free, & r9 J4 M4 c/ d% }. Y7 N4 f& x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 s& C) N2 W @" Q7 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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