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2 e4 f7 S, g4 H/ q" v+ pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , _3 f; G. g& E# o* M/ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; [; B: {! n5 w& O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* L' t) H$ ^, ?) XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & R1 W: d2 h0 p1 x% c, \4 }3 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 G8 h6 Q9 V4 e$ B6 C7 \/ N& DHow you suffered for you sanity, ) D9 r" S% u2 [" c& c- y
How you tried to set them free, ! B$ e& f3 A. o1 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 M- N$ [7 ^2 `$ q1 c5 x2 c: H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. X, N( J5 R* uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 A" {( e2 Z( a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " F2 ? D6 }/ R8 P- b
Weathered 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,
; x0 L4 K E$ e+ b( u* V" S5 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" C# z! r& n' z, j/ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; D) Q. i: V0 }. IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' N0 K6 E: ^/ }' G5 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * W' }: K2 ^/ @3 o" B* ?1 e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / G+ m. t- S8 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 m u1 |+ ^2 E; H. s$ {( G G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : X6 ]- p# W3 N6 m, N; P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ m, }* u* g0 `9 T5 L. e" |5 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # L- I; K* d+ }4 _
How you suffered for you sanity,8 R! ?2 ]- _( F- p5 `1 P5 F' }
How you tried to set them free, 9 n0 P W* z [$ U; I9 W- Y5 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 e0 r' x- B# s! M9 f9 i4 R2 a7 e) aPerhaps they never will. |
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