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$ Q1 J* c4 l4 w7 F, k7 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' T R: \) `& M5 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 F4 W: i- P8 n3 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. k# B3 @# z4 D( rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; r5 I6 U$ ~. d/ z6 V1 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: _. G& y" C/ F8 B: c8 b5 x2 o! uHow you suffered for you sanity,
; c3 L% Z3 X- e& `How you tried to set them free,
) D$ {* F6 j0 W0 f! t+ b( T* |- LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ q8 F% n' S. A- MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* {/ O- o2 {' K' ?& I ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 J# P- m9 U: n* x1 U5 n- J6 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, C% M1 _+ @$ i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) E4 k( ?7 ]7 j! JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - K* d. H2 ]& D! p# n/ p# {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" r1 k9 E& {& |9 ?) u# Z" Q: h( vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ?0 C; X4 f/ o2 R- @$ kBut I could have told you, Vincent, + ]# x' H- K9 |) c+ b [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; k6 |: z; z2 \4 p- I# k! [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( e, b1 h+ Y1 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; x. s: o/ ~! V- y, o2 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 G# D- c8 {& b- y' _
; ]/ L' R1 }1 g0 a$ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 J4 l7 m" v$ n- D4 PHow you suffered for you sanity,; d1 U% y) i3 f: D. Q4 x ]5 w" Q- y
How you tried to set them free, " ~( H3 ]& A0 G! w2 C f/ `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! X" w5 Q- T( H( ~$ S+ E# v% TPerhaps they never will. |
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