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$ S. v5 [, R2 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - K. u. F7 G% Y/ D* D3 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) x& c0 h: @/ Z) S; V7 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' P8 b4 D* I4 y: e6 @. e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. v |% c% V- k' U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ^4 c, s4 ?% ?$ g7 L
How you suffered for you sanity, ' J, \& Y, R* M: f7 i9 X$ D) K
How you tried to set them free, 0 F7 R' R5 q: t6 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) E4 R1 a _' J6 }8 j2 a( ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: g6 Q+ K0 m2 k( B; ?1 T; _8 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 [6 w6 u! G/ ]( A/ M! k& O* J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 Z' ^6 K3 E, Q8 A* h& J8 |9 tWeathered 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,
7 k/ D3 b. v7 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 E9 o7 g8 R3 G4 b+ x F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * _9 Q8 f2 _: h3 Y! s7 K' r0 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! _9 ]7 U: R- f8 c8 H& b) GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 p' y$ u* \1 b! M R+ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 m3 @8 Z; L u9 Q7 h4 L) JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 A; z& f& a5 a4 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( a& u4 h" F: x1 y V, b) @
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, ' b: c4 a4 L1 j( W
How you suffered for you sanity,$ ^. n1 {3 k' \: l* s( P: |$ ]
How you tried to set them free, # [3 E h8 m' \% S( ^$ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. D, m2 N r' `Perhaps they never will. |
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