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7 S( x3 f! X) {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- u. R. N, G" f7 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ R% ^, \/ P( b6 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- E) P" c1 C q0 K: P$ ~& l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% x8 B7 I0 F7 j$ q4 B- t- ]' BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ^( I$ m* L" O p& ]. o( @! F
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Y& b! b( A. B7 e+ YHow you tried to set them free, 2 Q! l* V! q0 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: g! Q1 x1 X9 F7 _( G& C2 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Y6 }; |/ N" ^, {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * u( Z# h8 I, Y3 ?8 ?$ x1 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - I4 \: R6 a. i6 w
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, * o1 E7 t, ~0 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ E7 Z; [- I! ^4 {5 y( IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ?5 g2 [1 H1 D& G& P% [) x1 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 P4 W$ @8 y% M( w1 [6 X/ l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 a' j; s+ C9 ]2 |' l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - B9 r, H# L9 Q$ N0 _1 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 n' j0 q5 J4 F1 h {1 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) P, z. ?! ]/ j7 a" {7 ]8 c1 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : X. L, @/ q2 V$ U1 c
! R8 {& @+ w' {* c0 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 o& S; i5 y9 u& `% H% U" UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; ~$ b2 X1 k AHow you tried to set them free, / z8 J2 l4 |3 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 I2 V0 n2 x0 q' g+ j( E: h) b
Perhaps they never will. |
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