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x# ?5 s( P/ g$ ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, {; B C7 X# s& ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 I9 I0 z' c/ D/ L0 X% W* z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( p8 w6 M. F1 H8 o# wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 C6 M J3 O9 |5 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ G2 h$ _& j+ T1 [6 v+ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
! y: c- b9 ^. ?4 L9 QHow you tried to set them free, 4 T E c2 N$ | }; l/ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" A( B# S' d6 G% T1 V0 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 l. L, t0 B( ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ o- K. e7 L" o3 [7 a0 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 m3 p( y, Z6 j$ `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & _% w! [+ \ @/ e( D, Z+ D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 @* b# F: T3 r4 |5 X0 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, E- E6 k1 l% O6 D+ d! S& x$ E: A8 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& a# C2 ]0 [ [; ?$ U" Z& sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) q" b& f6 i* f; K. sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ?( @3 U8 Q+ G7 n/ s7 Y- B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* z4 \- G, C1 P- _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " J8 n% Z+ N( P6 X/ n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M) v0 Y a: k. U1 m; k, Y2 V. i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - s' s9 j8 c' p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 V M# H" N$ X- S" Z4 oHow you suffered for you sanity,* \* j" @3 T0 R+ ]) i& s5 O6 A) U- u
How you tried to set them free,
; }1 O$ S9 P4 j/ Q- fThey would not listen they're not listening still, - X D* L& n) l: c: o* H3 [ I- m9 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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