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7 [$ v- q) E' ` s) D7 dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ E& B7 R% a; i' e" N/ e$ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% `& [* K" |( b% v$ F8 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 }& Z5 m0 y% R6 n& u5 z1 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 t9 A0 M5 m2 o2 x. ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 K: J/ G1 @; y7 r) ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 a- h5 l3 I! }3 j$ E9 J' I$ wHow you tried to set them free,
$ L+ J l) v" L3 c' GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! C7 N$ c: Y# S" g$ S' T2 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , Y* a; L& H) {2 |" i# i' h9 h# D1 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! `2 M1 k2 P6 B9 `: t: x0 t* b2 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * I2 `5 W/ t, ]% u( ?/ u+ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) z! D: s! [; Y0 S3 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 q! @ Z9 F' r& u. V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . A, U( t' B" w% G* k ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" \: w4 w/ A; F0 c4 z" I+ J+ |But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 g$ w, J% z* u3 e- G& t( O; W$ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . @3 _2 U6 i' M! r# G
1 r( f% ?6 q/ @7 } t: EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 L! P# W8 J% a9 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 w7 R: E# k: r- F4 E4 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! D7 }( _1 Y) b. m! D4 u" _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 T+ ^0 b% |- ~( C7 y+ a
$ D7 g" V+ p9 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ]) W5 f) ]8 Q: Y% NHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 B" t H; k3 ~; CHow you tried to set them free, / ]7 J; ~6 k8 m4 r- Z0 \2 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 j) ]; B0 g0 V+ H: K0 \# KPerhaps they never will. |
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