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7 T- I3 N2 b5 c) a7 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* L) {; N7 d) n$ n9 C3 z& oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; T/ u7 R" C! Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- |* c$ \. h- i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" \( g% v3 u) S, p5 P c; |8 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 X$ q; ^$ ~: C: f7 Z0 v; R# XHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 S, ?; S; G% [. J8 rHow you tried to set them free, % q/ Q- Q3 X: @% I4 L$ G' w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 B6 P8 m; b. K _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 D+ p! b1 \4 K( g0 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! k& o# G, W9 Y. h7 h- }5 p% eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 e& n* u7 Y& b) h& dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: L! Y3 n; Z. g/ {9 m0 N; t! B7 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" h+ o B; C/ L, H+ \5 q( V6 t/ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 e7 u5 k' ^! A( c2 Q8 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 \- U0 Z; L* }; z( ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 k/ X$ h# i1 K& Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! j9 T* A1 C* C4 e4 I$ fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ M5 n5 [% E5 F" f% U! X- G" U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . B7 D" \* q! a# v Z0 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 E @2 I6 y$ R7 A
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,
- Q; Z6 \4 n. \3 X3 uHow you suffered for you sanity,* @6 P" }( x* e7 d$ Q
How you tried to set them free,
4 S+ K1 E& O' J" ^3 `& ?; z5 nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 Z, q1 K' N4 V8 { H
Perhaps they never will. |
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