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3 M" ~' D4 a) G: \9 t8 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 i0 Y+ g& ~& }$ YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 a* y! ^) E3 [, E) {. m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 Q9 t3 r1 q8 h) Y9 v3 P8 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 [. h0 F6 J2 |. bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' a; U, P( i* L' k3 Q& q' j+ AHow you suffered for you sanity, * Z# T6 r* h; ^; g1 N8 @
How you tried to set them free,
0 b# i$ E1 D6 Z0 s; }* {$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* {& O" J! W9 w* C9 P' @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 s1 V1 M# S A) g0 b0 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 C7 h) M9 O0 Q* S o9 K) V/ wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ~6 G' `: Q: n/ v
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,
- F3 P# F/ @* F* t3 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 F7 v0 f' g/ XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& b; E7 G5 R6 r3 ?' A4 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, : F7 k$ B+ [" c4 K1 a9 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , q/ q, A4 B9 R; G* _, D. i
. z8 G; y; ~! q6 v+ @1 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % V! p- t% h: d: u: s+ `5 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# A, y5 F5 V: D" BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 t: t9 D w5 C3 K2 {; mThe 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, B: r! P% I* q
How you suffered for you sanity,
: F# g2 T' a; g8 e4 |8 {- P" eHow you tried to set them free, 9 h& C' K( s: q( f0 a1 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* p; w% g: m9 `9 V7 m2 @Perhaps they never will. |
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