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+ @! B& D' Z5 a1 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ B7 |( O3 L4 [2 E6 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: x* I# j8 b0 [" o" M9 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Q! r) b: @4 p, s5 l2 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" }4 _4 p1 d2 d4 z n2 y. uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% r0 I3 j+ @8 _1 b1 a& U% R
How you suffered for you sanity, / N4 W6 Z( v' p7 l9 L# S |0 o# W
How you tried to set them free,
# S c/ U% {- Q0 `% iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " `2 r) |- f/ l. t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ~* V9 g. \- O: e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " _7 ?/ y6 {/ G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & o" `: a! D! \- ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , S- R4 U% M; W/ Z( c& k5 k, e0 B6 l. y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 V2 P6 ^4 u3 |$ z* wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Y! B3 \7 A1 q5 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 S Z' I6 y$ P: O6 W: _ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, + N7 e9 }* y) F7 C5 N( X8 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * |" z. X2 W/ y4 o5 E3 G7 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 w' _. [& S- W5 W4 b; }7 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, @& s' {5 R2 [6 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& Q$ [7 {4 `# G- t1 m7 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - D, }2 J$ J* S
How you suffered for you sanity,
' Z% n- l. K1 H+ H }How you tried to set them free,
3 s" K8 a! W3 X7 {0 } a$ AThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( s0 y0 O7 T, f
Perhaps they never will. |
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