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! C# M: b8 d6 B) H, ~1 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% F- D7 b" I8 q, y0 B" a' hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 b, l7 U. c$ |% u: D5 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," f2 u! M# a% z8 Z! q1 W: l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 m- x3 I; ]3 b' g! F ^0 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; ?" x" h3 M+ G' [0 P; V4 B" z
How you suffered for you sanity,
( _" Z. _ y8 mHow you tried to set them free, 9 y$ V& [" q0 i/ y% N% g; R8 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( e) ^- @9 x7 S) v& y H' XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ A+ m) R, Q6 x: l# F+ s8 i* bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * f9 E2 C" B8 V" m3 c5 ?% y* O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 Z$ F* R/ P. G, }
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,
6 D' K' K: r! D7 a& ^. ^2 l. f) gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 W8 H& `$ [3 e% K6 o9 x0 t+ ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
n' v n' o Y9 p7 B, h/ JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 i2 w# X; R: F8 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, u$ ^6 x/ y1 N) F. R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, s& c9 G$ }. o0 I3 l4 S+ p0 O3 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- {0 d3 ~( B' G+ i; VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : g0 D' Q& f. J( L- k W: H
9 Z: _, d3 i2 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 K& `% a2 L* x Z7 K2 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
& p% l0 Q9 F3 U7 R' P3 RHow you tried to set them free,
. | P( X! c. qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ]' E( [/ w$ ?" G2 `9 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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