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1 C5 C1 \( I+ a. KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ]. U- |: P7 E5 N, U: n4 q4 y( fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 i4 o1 L3 y' iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 F0 h# R1 s5 B7 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" e3 |% Y, { U# B1 p; L/ @' h; JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# K6 @+ d+ G3 N, o5 }
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 a7 n/ J! v* y/ b* h& Y7 ]
How you tried to set them free,
" @! n. H G9 V: n& XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! \# w! K- |& D3 ^8 `7 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 a2 t7 }. z+ o8 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( y: D7 S* K+ ?3 v0 k% M+ n- i; I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Q& ^& [ n( M
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, ! O+ h9 Q/ _- o% s: i2 P' H3 [+ V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 H, R& a" H8 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . S0 u9 e; I: d
But I could have told you, Vincent, + Q: l! j9 Z' s/ f# [/ l3 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) F+ u: P8 [, {; z5 N
' j- f$ [7 Y# ?$ C5 u6 @) GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 E2 Z3 c$ P- u# @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 e; m& H& T4 L& D! X1 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 f& ~/ S" A O/ v7 p' v4 E9 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 I2 D, A$ c" L# R5 v8 o- L
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 I/ P& \1 C, i7 n! y3 c; n9 H, fHow you tried to set them free,
% \# o0 Z1 _3 C5 T2 l. T0 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ^. `1 [ s4 f- y
Perhaps they never will. |
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