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0 G+ F3 I2 W) f; K7 C; F7 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 }) l6 n6 G ^& j# kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ w H: q4 w5 O* W8 w' ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* X! m. c5 X Y- F5 ]/ N6 \! MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ F# W$ i0 B4 o: x$ q `9 [0 E( zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- i: l/ C o% x* w, s6 x1 G4 W
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 {0 x, J) v2 P7 k$ V0 E0 }
How you tried to set them free,
7 }! D2 Y" @, o1 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- h, p! r/ V6 B& |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 {* a/ q8 e- u) R# g5 U8 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 i5 R; C# g$ R" D: i; J/ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # j# b2 @( w+ O; Z4 k4 W( w# _/ _8 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 X0 x) A8 M- I0 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ n! X( M. O& m6 D8 @* b/ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! x: }* R, U E: g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! g) d$ A7 ^7 |" W) A( \
But I could have told you, Vincent, h4 W/ |4 c; B2 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . o2 s) r9 P: K: G; ]$ V6 p5 X
7 o2 L# b/ P% N' I, ^) k" ^6 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 a6 `+ k2 i0 }6 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 J, ?; ^! A( l' D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- [! z5 s* P% X) a3 z: qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. B; B8 ?: p+ d0 I& k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; ~* C4 ` ?. Q+ i0 H
How you suffered for you sanity,; z: B3 U% R, {3 b4 \
How you tried to set them free, 8 m7 p0 o/ |* ?0 t4 R+ `0 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# d6 c* m6 x+ ^! UPerhaps they never will. |
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