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# Q( F% r& _9 |9 c+ C' k2 c8 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ~- b3 J3 @3 i3 E( [2 S" a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 B6 E7 h3 `' l* K- w) g# zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 g( R4 T& d/ J, y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * R$ i. C" }+ N: O% F: _, k s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% t" ~. h$ I/ {* E. _+ a* Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
' d4 y: s; G* \0 k& N- bHow you tried to set them free, ; _( M" N& K$ w4 v( y& R4 _2 k( ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % L, {; S, d- s: t1 M6 o K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - i% w4 j; c5 m( C# y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: w- P9 \- Y. c4 ~+ {! t8 b; Q; iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. v/ @' S2 t$ ]( _" @3 w6 NWeathered 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, / ]3 M/ D" ^. Q3 O! O" K4 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 r+ Z( N$ m7 B3 x1 B2 O8 ]5 y+ }6 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% p, L" \! q G hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
K) Q9 W% M$ z' e# BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + A- L3 J7 U4 @( y- A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + p" a+ ^$ Z& p% F7 n* \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 |8 E1 Z0 x }* T7 d" U5 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* C0 k' {' S: V7 w1 j: [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 [* w0 @- H; \& v6 p6 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 \+ d( {" X% w% }( K" K! E4 BHow you tried to set them free, 2 i3 W0 u* ]; B& ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 x4 j' A5 B4 u: J! Z: APerhaps they never will. |
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