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, |7 g; E! A" `" X UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, J; k2 K/ k# L' r6 O4 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 |1 B1 S: ?4 g, O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# \# @* A' P- ^) @) A& w5 ]6 V1 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! C8 R; s" o9 c- h4 L4 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 B. J- a- |! ~* ?$ y- d& n4 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ]/ V; G, K# b Q: G7 vHow you tried to set them free, # E& C8 o2 L+ a* x Q2 Q/ |3 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, a0 D% [, A$ n# j" uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , l$ h; d: b7 x i+ P- U* W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " N) x: r |$ ^7 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 P: a+ g% d8 G& v
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, ' ]6 D7 O4 f3 y m6 P+ z$ \; F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; m3 v1 r2 [, X6 f; Q- D% {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 p/ v% i# v s2 v9 vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 M* @3 z% W. }: q% L; P- b- D7 E2 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% B, A1 K, M: K0 ^% b' WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ?$ b" t( \& b' b/ j3 ]+ h( m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 O3 D* t4 ]6 @" {. |4 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 y7 p* W& d& i) w% \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' e3 c# v' y; f/ |8 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 E) h7 I% t2 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
) w. C& o8 R7 PHow you tried to set them free,
+ ? O) I0 B7 {; C5 `+ aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; ]5 @. W( E. T' R7 }1 RPerhaps they never will. |
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