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8 C) ^- p3 l) n2 }' ?, [: Z% _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: S6 e0 r# ]3 H, a G( V, E9 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ~. R; A z. w* t2 S% eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: v) r4 j5 s, b. \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " `! ]8 z! F# O9 Y |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* r# X8 n- k, O: F+ C- Q' C$ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ F) H/ A- R$ ZHow you tried to set them free, 6 r3 @0 k( g7 A7 ?9 M' ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / c& J9 B4 G& w4 J; M* s/ T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + i( S( ]' w% w) _6 s @( C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 G- W/ s/ L5 j7 `/ Q! _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 W" l5 ~7 z& y% i* @- ]; ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / s& u, k. I7 r g
% R, p0 ?/ C( J/ \5 r4 w z' c8 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 I6 K1 f' A' e; V2 L7 D$ q' _, aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ K7 s/ J3 I: R& gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% o& \- P; w2 P1 Y4 G; I7 ^4 Y5 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
T4 ]) E7 Q+ O5 l1 q8 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * t- t1 r E7 I" Z' x4 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 x( q" u) Q7 X; o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ~! O2 A1 V& M6 x( c- g+ c9 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; j& R# T6 }7 B; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ o% n0 A, }) Z( d mHow you tried to set them free,
6 [6 _+ h% t2 i" T; I; hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 F. _7 F' l: J& u6 TPerhaps they never will. |
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