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+ `2 B- M4 C. ?8 ], E4 U4 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) l5 x* C3 C7 @7 ]3 ?8 C, E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* K1 R6 K8 `$ o/ @7 O/ t5 f) ]8 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( _3 r! d9 @- F& h1 Z0 g2 K/ [: hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ i8 Y6 d) B; G* v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( M$ @# H. G* Y( e. nHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 n# V8 x, {5 w/ \1 N; f( R
How you tried to set them free,
. C8 ~6 v7 y* T- E; @2 R& iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) f; n. r- G6 y3 g, r4 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* V+ X" o* m8 P8 W# Y. rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 c) U" `9 d) C4 t. }% G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* s. x o7 [/ [( l' M# o+ AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! N9 N6 x. |$ K9 y6 k
9 L: C ~: ]& S. r7 u5 e2 J d6 w/ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 F3 ]9 M$ ~8 d7 y7 K, @8 R7 K5 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 J6 O2 w8 y' n3 E7 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ p3 L! O3 n) {$ T" W% }) iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- c& `+ w4 n6 F, |( BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 q8 I" `1 O9 E! C0 e! {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / _& s$ N `6 E% b' n' h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ `/ B& [$ E! L: U" T% x/ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 S. O# P3 ^7 [7 ]3 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; n- q$ z1 |. ^( }- k3 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
# | c% Z* J3 O! Z+ H8 ^# sHow you tried to set them free, 7 a1 H) p4 A4 a' {6 u' L$ X1 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 }' G4 E0 Q% x" ^; L I3 b# o
Perhaps they never will. |
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