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( V9 l5 _' J! }" f6 UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , O8 ]. G0 B$ ~& j: ^% _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" B/ C3 c+ M7 R( o7 a# y. d) YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 c. U( u. V! @/ @8 X _$ o" X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& w2 L* C& A7 D7 G YNow I understand what you tried to say to me, c, D& C! o7 ?, D/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 D3 X5 {6 M8 W% E
How you tried to set them free, 7 D$ ^; g# m+ l8 g D1 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , m* T# A- c. @3 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 {4 }8 w) b5 b! F: B1 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 c9 L7 r0 L4 _1 c# ]# V( ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ h5 q/ W2 k) S# ?3 y' g9 y6 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' O1 [& A1 V& ~' k6 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + T( [ N" E0 Y& D X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 O# M0 g! b6 M3 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( p9 ~7 d0 w# l6 K2 l/ H
But I could have told you, Vincent, D( v: o) A5 J# V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 A! E: i0 [6 `- z4 d: Z& A. Z4 w
. M/ N4 q8 l( o+ |5 W( ?8 k9 s8 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" `! g3 H7 R' @2 E* NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* n) e/ u' p2 r( \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " b- ~: n. O$ l+ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; l; G2 e: _/ B$ `, f; W% n" iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ O$ I$ b A2 v7 d$ i* XHow you suffered for you sanity,
. W9 } e3 h) R: iHow you tried to set them free, ! c. A" {6 A$ s# B, \" _2 \, B! v3 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 P+ i- a$ K0 s7 P7 }5 _5 O2 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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