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+ @. a- K9 P7 d6 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ B7 W8 Y2 a0 e; A$ gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 G; _1 E4 w2 {& L0 L {+ r9 r* ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- z" d' T* C1 a. e" B; M) G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 n0 e9 R2 D' mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& w. L' G2 w5 PHow you suffered for you sanity, - h9 H/ h. n( n# e" u: z. i
How you tried to set them free,
% {# ]/ z) q; o; J0 m" fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; z' X6 W1 @( F! u) L- o+ _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 W8 C1 b3 C: l# v% X4 E! l1 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ f) ?/ t- |8 L9 x6 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Q' `' U7 S' I( @- m. J! W, sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " D( s- k, f9 G3 I* f+ r- S
9 \6 ~4 M7 c! z( O3 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 ], d# K; |: F1 r" S2 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, b. u. g- Q' d d" n0 u! Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; t; i% m, t2 ^ HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) K1 h' q! ? `$ Y) \6 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) Q0 O7 e9 h9 A. ]& S6 ? ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % R9 A* M) H6 |+ V' v( B+ X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) q3 S: k; X- ~2 A& ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! X( g% t9 H2 z% S& C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; N9 L. J( [2 u u
/ J5 `! ? O. g+ l& E) w6 D. PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' @9 v: d+ {+ j" Q8 e
How you suffered for you sanity,% o, ^/ G$ t; F) v
How you tried to set them free,
5 o$ f! F, R( g9 oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
h0 {) g1 z, _4 OPerhaps they never will. |
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