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/ E8 ~+ p3 ^1 W4 [& QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ B1 F' s1 E9 Y+ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" V% G0 S% V; T4 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# D2 e3 g; ]- L+ k m _/ X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 `7 `) I3 m- u7 e2 U4 Z, j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& G5 n# a+ R4 l# I; r5 ~( o
How you suffered for you sanity, ) V, y- o: T$ Q! M$ Q7 {1 y% w2 q% f
How you tried to set them free,
4 s, H2 @7 x- q( x$ xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" A3 l: Q, D% s" }# M- v9 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 {- ^9 Q# U5 N: h6 a% g* W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # s. d8 o+ e$ `. ^6 m$ J9 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 p: a% w8 ]7 s: G! i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , T/ Y* x5 U, N/ |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ^/ {) A" B! O SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% V3 q& {$ z; F6 A6 p. J3 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 f1 O& H& t; ?+ u2 r' s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: t5 Y: ?& |. L8 B" e$ hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 S3 G7 w( G2 _: T
( @" y; ?( G( a. k/ s$ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! M+ l+ p$ C7 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ f8 Y6 y: g9 s$ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 n( r" i* k0 Q9 y" H1 ]* r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, t! r2 x) v' `7 c: w0 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , q E) ^; @: [$ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 w- Z, D1 ~% S; G$ p- I# NHow you tried to set them free,
8 D/ v/ D0 P7 E7 Q. DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 t0 w3 {7 T% b9 Y e
Perhaps they never will. |
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