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1 y. c" i) [1 u9 L" X3 n' @7 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! b2 m# `7 L) q4 G: @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, a4 I& a C4 D4 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ W# d" z6 X! \& J# D* P( S$ {0 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 g6 p3 x: r$ k; INow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 j5 s5 x$ P% h" J! t& Z* R
How you suffered for you sanity, " q) O ` w& T8 r' w9 ^
How you tried to set them free, / M3 \0 V A# w, `- j* C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 `: W- z3 ^* H2 N( C D* J% OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, g) n& p* K+ ]7 [0 A# L2 `* xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. f* {; v: G ]. Z9 ^8 Z5 L3 U7 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! J! b) ], J5 w; kWeathered 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,
! A. w6 F" V5 c7 z' }/ QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 f8 J N; ]8 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: [& t. e. \: [% H9 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, / l! c( E& Z! Z* o8 s3 I8 }/ _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 D1 n" X; E# F0 S; JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 \' z. f$ Y* l1 F iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # K7 g7 ^( @ j l: a1 P( P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 G8 {# S. }' T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 h6 g0 ^( I. M) M; K5 O5 d1 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ A3 i" a f1 N& O3 B; E: P2 q8 VHow you suffered for you sanity,- _" X' s( ?* u% U) P/ S+ f, L
How you tried to set them free,
- @ G R6 W% u h( AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 m* u9 y5 l+ iPerhaps they never will. |
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