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" u' [- R7 l6 ]: |7 {4 t/ h5 |) q& [* U( nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - x! h% n1 `& R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 E7 u; _; x7 J; R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' P: o( ]4 G/ a1 u3 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 f# p) i; ]' W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% m$ l: @- q1 l! T
How you suffered for you sanity, - L& S2 g+ W5 C3 j; q! A5 b8 |- S
How you tried to set them free,
6 Z9 A( c2 V3 f" v* oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 q$ R9 ~. r F' n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 _+ U# ^7 i1 |5 _6 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 m3 e* ]: J6 y! y2 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : h& l$ f* b" r I& k7 P# t, d
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, ' \+ _' j3 q0 D+ D" y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ v$ n, [7 ]5 C. C9 K; F8 H7 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ F" _; A" U- D& G+ F" f. _& RBut I could have told you, Vincent, + |" t! j6 c5 n: @ W0 I! l! |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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b, J& b; r6 b" Y* i6 y, [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) w" \: ]& O( @2 t, z! G7 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 E% D' `' L' H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ m# b& s9 S4 T- E. @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, 9 @; B( {7 i; e
How you suffered for you sanity,5 Y# f" g5 T' u4 W- R( \- _
How you tried to set them free, / z" ~/ f4 ^! u+ V: j% I; ]8 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 n2 k: a0 o* p6 s/ J" h: |Perhaps they never will. |
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