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, t1 n4 Z! G7 [2 i+ YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! B) A. c/ M U% E P! M1 {3 R! uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ Y8 z* d& F4 z$ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) e3 l6 i: C& p/ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 P- b* V3 W: p: |. w f% jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 t) k; u* K6 F; H2 x/ }! }
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ e x, D- I9 D& r7 ]How you tried to set them free,
0 |6 Y5 z1 D. Q/ e; G* GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : d ]" O3 H0 f+ f% g& u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ o* S3 S. u" h4 [" F, A" `: U- ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! o* {% _, k* `) |; |) N* S6 B6 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 y% k( a% t7 N0 [# w3 C
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,
2 y. a, I1 J6 P6 F. EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! v. D$ r3 {- ^, B3 _0 |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ h+ i2 G# A/ Z2 X' J( K6 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) K1 P1 R# u9 A Y9 \9 X% `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 h) d; T& c' e3 u
3 \1 z) K' y* gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . |4 m" Z2 h$ d4 V- S; G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 F) e- t3 |% v! cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. y$ O5 x! j9 X/ V+ u4 ~3 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 b. r. }; G' p* E7 ^) P' aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ~& x6 M% n# r1 N g0 d# Q. kHow you suffered for you sanity,+ [6 o: u" ^# j* b+ Q
How you tried to set them free,
1 p# z$ e+ A, n: T3 z6 S. wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 \6 b. _; U. o, E! _7 S2 q7 UPerhaps they never will. |
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