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2 E% M% F# X% D( r8 V1 FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 z( F# t ?2 B5 K$ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 N. s6 `" o" b" K5 ]9 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ v8 g; C6 o5 i% \* f& a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* T6 q1 y* `" e) C( P: z, mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: G* A9 L: ]5 E7 N2 B
How you suffered for you sanity, - H q5 b) x1 H
How you tried to set them free,
' E& a0 t0 h1 ^, O' X& EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ]0 l" a% F4 q/ ^7 q9 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ T! H: w% _- a4 Y1 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Q! q2 B. u+ v: J) S' n3 H- k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 y. w6 v. @: \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ g& O) V, L' B' O% C$ h# y
7 l6 \% j5 @9 ~8 B7 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # K/ L3 m% Z* ~9 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 V- H9 B; r- z- B6 G' UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" W7 B0 c. S$ G7 Q! e5 zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 p( G2 {( F7 e3 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 t# y, @: l& o6 T, D; g# V0 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * S8 n! o. N8 y+ f: u" M5 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + F7 |% N# x e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; Q' i) X# j3 ?, ^) c. e0 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ v3 _# l1 R3 @- @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ f. o4 o1 A8 [6 U. }' g: S
How you suffered for you sanity, X+ w0 z0 {' R1 b8 P
How you tried to set them free, & e. r. Z/ i& L, P% x) e/ T1 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* E- K6 L; `0 Q# q2 M0 {5 bPerhaps they never will. |
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