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# E' i7 B$ A' ^( I$ S0 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# v" x0 \7 ?/ V' QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 b3 a( g! {' E( _4 N/ T- w* D; z* g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ^5 g Y z3 R( f( G. u% r% |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 l5 P% G, B1 D# KNow I understand what you tried to say to me," B" f- H& Y6 W6 X2 D
How you suffered for you sanity, # k8 e$ h. b' _1 j4 j; c# A
How you tried to set them free,
! u5 B. A" T: S' \- GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + r4 b) A& H @' _2 g! V: D9 ^0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - x( t' y. t: {9 s( @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; X: w5 F) ]# A- _ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 J% C3 Z# D+ j: dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . i+ A2 b% a% [1 J8 ^3 [* \
- e, g. s4 m5 {) Q; U/ i7 t' B, sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 W+ t1 k8 z q' l( e' u) k! fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ~; t( \7 m6 K; n5 p' b2 w) ~. HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & f% B3 R0 s8 g( N( H4 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% S A# n3 X9 X! H% d7 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# h0 \/ ^; s, N6 y% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* E' y/ }8 L* x4 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 B5 e; ^, {# ]1 ?; y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ~5 C% x5 T7 l, w0 a& ^4 e- F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! T2 k0 Y; U: M' U3 t' r% \How you suffered for you sanity,, p; v) G0 f3 d" L, K6 H! O
How you tried to set them free, * f1 A7 g* K( f- ~+ d* |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 }( Z! T2 j5 V' \: C j- e
Perhaps they never will. |
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