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6 f' F# D2 _" OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 L( @( ^0 p+ T1 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' h0 l, ^, w7 j5 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 \0 N' E0 x$ U) gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 e4 R% ]6 q( M7 r8 |6 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. R- f5 d4 C5 h4 ?, z- n% W% v
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 k y& z* a: A) ^# d o9 C& l7 sHow you tried to set them free,
) v& N. R0 @' \ I& aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # V4 A( v$ P) p( l+ U( k! Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 V$ |2 m {# U; k# o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- T! @- O; n% b& w1 I8 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 k. A" E( a( s$ a3 Z, t' yWeathered 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,
' i/ n7 @: _9 B+ u; W. G$ v* lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 C9 l, [ A C; C9 r! G% _! V$ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 g) K+ J' _( t% [* _ K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 d$ G- B- {5 K3 Z. R. s. C( rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! @7 D7 d+ J. d' E, mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 x' Q& l5 I1 o5 a4 j6 ]9 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- O e; |* R9 v. I, yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 n9 Z( a7 D8 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & z3 F! x0 m; Q/ `
6 x' i- Y8 l- K. |3 |' @- _1 ~3 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 U7 R% H6 C* K0 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
# |6 T1 }+ w5 d! h6 m* q" IHow you tried to set them free, G% C- m) E% _ W
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 I& ~7 Z, L, z v
Perhaps they never will. |
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