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% b4 n) ]2 a1 ]* R4 F: f# W7 q7 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : x5 L3 s2 ^" @' D0 l- X: T0 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 A4 r* q1 Q- ?" S/ [: @: Y# K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# f+ w* k M) |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% \( x- t9 s1 J7 X8 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 K1 X, ]# `6 F3 l$ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
& h& U5 j; E9 x) M- kHow you tried to set them free,
) G3 }) Z$ J" d1 \8 I$ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# q0 P, K, C) a$ u5 r( ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 K( J: [$ O1 P5 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Y6 G* ~9 r6 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# X) I% P$ M# K. e. GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ K$ w& w( Q0 s- S9 z( ]- v4 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) b, D9 S, n8 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 j$ S1 r }! C( g$ b @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! g" w) i. K& I( T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 b% M, M3 g, W, r5 \9 L3 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # l4 T$ `" Z) V& b8 L: B- p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 X0 i9 \% d$ U7 N4 M7 H v% m( N6 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % J) Y6 Y( s5 c8 `8 F, E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ^$ z6 \) t. S7 @+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,) q2 C/ d+ P, a
How you tried to set them free,
5 {' g8 F; Y/ x- O( N6 F, YThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; F* }' s5 m) X& n/ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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