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4 F5 k' u/ P5 m/ l3 R7 F# EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 | T+ a. k `5 v8 m" X1 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) k9 q/ @" o( t" U9 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) p# {: g- [( a( X+ x- m. cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 \5 W M$ \$ E. `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 h7 _/ x! J7 s) f2 T* J. l( JHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 S `/ {, S- c
How you tried to set them free,
4 ]5 S/ u% K* S, F* vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 U) H. j8 z) q( ?- D$ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 @5 D7 i9 G/ I0 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' _! G; [# ?. i0 r$ Y1 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & V; A! @3 ]. q5 D& Q9 S7 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 g6 @7 `0 t* }' S3 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# W! p5 H4 T6 W. `( bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* Y2 @6 s2 h% D& C/ IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + I8 I5 f% _, d& H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 Z/ O0 N7 x* |8 F: t3 L$ T D9 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, T! J$ Q* N0 A# @1 g1 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 \- i' c& q1 H! O7 E0 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ W& R5 Y; [3 r: f G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , j( u5 q' w* m6 o9 J1 ?" l! N K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: v! y; E2 B3 y% O' P: n* [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; i% f" S3 m7 k. tHow you suffered for you sanity,
& D8 _% R2 R h7 b6 R9 \$ w; A4 u) bHow you tried to set them free, " M2 }& b6 j- q* X/ b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ I h( f8 ^5 w( ]/ C1 A( P! }Perhaps they never will. |
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