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, C/ F1 N6 u, BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 {3 z4 Y {9 A0 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! U4 b2 g$ R4 O9 m+ V5 Z8 g1 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Z& G/ B& @; I% _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' Z9 i* N' N7 k4 K3 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ K- O4 `6 n. K) kHow you suffered for you sanity,
- G9 f. f! v5 \5 Z# z0 ZHow you tried to set them free, : ?8 n5 O# h5 @3 H. H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 c4 w4 Z% t. x! CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % J% N+ f V7 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & l& [' j7 E- l- M0 N# }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) O& B6 T& P4 o* G9 R+ i
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, . ?0 U. |/ ^: P; \+ Q: A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' t. r* V0 N- j" R( A0 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 j' w! D8 }* `3 \% \: YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. Y3 i7 Z$ t0 g4 J: F$ V* f+ a( ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! N+ K6 w# c! W/ I2 ]+ a3 J% t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& W; l. W, w8 r) J6 B7 C5 B9 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ P! u6 n. U! k9 d1 o" w: Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# i7 K. \" U* Q3 D2 K' z+ `; iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ^! f" T& _8 n* }
% e1 V7 M7 @1 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 y1 Q! z% q' Z1 d8 y# w
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 W5 h$ z% }$ _How you tried to set them free,
. E# p2 }2 r& E( t* vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* J1 r+ k2 P& {5 L2 SPerhaps they never will. |
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