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! S- B/ M. S. @" ]3 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , I V u% D7 a) t6 h. K( E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# {3 S, b) F; F: e: L9 y! d5 |% YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. g% p& q7 M, }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& e# i- T$ A Z; m2 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D7 b' f9 B7 x8 Z3 V
How you suffered for you sanity, . h4 ?! X. K/ R! P8 ~
How you tried to set them free, + D+ [5 E& V% b/ ~! T/ C$ v! q1 f2 P) h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
T& v6 [7 ?8 |% Q' K+ o% IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! L( F |7 M8 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, d/ |5 T3 b( f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + v) T# m9 W" y* s2 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 m4 G8 e7 j9 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, g4 j v& ^, A9 c, K, a$ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ \' M& B8 v7 I' t" R$ G2 @* VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
v4 i+ t' e: h D& i |But I could have told you, Vincent, ( i7 M+ o# m, T6 V$ h3 ~3 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 P1 c( ^" Z* \, s1 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 \9 g& u f. z7 f/ ~# N- I5 v6 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 y3 s# G" d" p# OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' u$ W* g4 u }4 M6 b* L" P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Q% K2 @9 j5 n$ U" }3 z% ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + _8 c2 W5 U( k2 w
How you suffered for you sanity,. V3 Y7 T. y2 Y: v) a
How you tried to set them free,
+ O7 u. E" b: e) b5 J gThey would not listen they're not listening still, + V+ ]" T! k, U5 r! j4 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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