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) P7 \) C0 B2 U* Z K8 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # A+ E7 u4 w5 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, c ~" [: \7 v5 ?" N! |! Y, O' m# FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) [% d% M) b! X2 H4 [) @6 g; V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 V6 ?6 \; I4 i3 I! z) @6 U7 P0 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 F* n+ n V3 d8 {How you suffered for you sanity, 8 D8 a( ]6 x7 I6 S$ Z! d; U
How you tried to set them free,
; p% L j: u+ v* T+ sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 F& I8 V) s0 E* ?* W) Y5 _/ g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' |, g# u2 X; ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 f/ g9 l2 u% n, C9 l! e2 \$ P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) M, Q" e, a" p4 O; @9 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ?; r2 b$ e: W( Y! _: J% A7 ?
1 f5 ]" `2 v ]) w7 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 @8 P# a$ Z4 Q8 Z5 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * N+ d, V- U. H9 c4 q/ d+ B; s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ v7 x7 X: e. H' w' R
But I could have told you, Vincent, / q; U3 F' a! w$ ^, ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 n5 C v4 D* x6 H* M: s6 Z8 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& r8 l( a7 A; A. Q( B/ |* hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 n' D6 b) }2 _) K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 O% l1 Q" _6 D5 T* ~: N, J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) l4 n3 e1 `( p/ G7 B. M, e
- x8 h7 H! I% V# V9 O0 O. \4 b5 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) u* \9 T; n+ U$ C: _- d" _
How you suffered for you sanity,- T4 P5 K0 M0 ~: W+ f/ P7 \
How you tried to set them free, / C- u/ O9 p0 {5 H9 d; _4 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, * j" e) G1 d" J; P( W; `. L3 ?$ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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