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# a3 Q" F; ]9 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 K1 `: U; T5 ^0 x8 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & [. \1 e, }( b% @1 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 @9 O' t) K ~) U8 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 I( A7 k+ w0 Q0 k3 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% A2 K8 t4 o! OHow you suffered for you sanity,
; x3 e- n, p/ ?, Y. v; ~' C- n W( }How you tried to set them free,
2 C# Q' d# b) H' BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 V3 r; I6 p7 e$ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , K7 r c7 G3 D: ]9 d/ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 O3 B( M( s" d5 V! ]# b4 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
r, u% }; b- _/ c) Q) oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 A8 w' L! s' ^/ V
, l+ S+ Y# Y$ X1 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 g$ e- K5 X+ P' O' U! m: @/ F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ u' F; f: J( ~+ f/ _3 @ XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 ]- [/ h% c0 X+ _1 U" e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 [% b4 t! q" I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Y k4 { L2 w" e. M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Y/ [" Q# U1 y2 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ^4 q5 C6 ]5 H; w7 c, Q9 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ Z& i$ d9 `7 J3 BThe 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,
P1 ~ b7 @. i7 G# Z2 Q0 A3 THow you suffered for you sanity,
6 F8 f0 I8 M) d7 ~6 I$ K) AHow you tried to set them free,
7 ?: l/ r# V3 V0 O' m, y' R4 }; Z: rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 G: m- n9 Z3 U( |+ I! H
Perhaps they never will. |
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