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' I" _2 X5 ?6 Z: qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- U" U4 {' d; L6 r( kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / a& b m: r! |! @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 n) o4 s% \. J. V6 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 S: Q# l* N' P j6 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 M- @- z3 |9 k6 ~) `( E0 z
How you suffered for you sanity, ' t: P; l3 o( ^ O) R
How you tried to set them free, # y% h$ b) S" Y+ |" [4 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& I. F) q7 I& r" M$ y( HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ b. @( `' [) w; F, SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - \; F3 o3 C' x2 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / J) [# K; `8 [- U0 y# c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" j4 P3 g' n! R6 h* m5 {; L- AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + }5 a& i/ b- A7 I: z7 t; I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - K1 c. F, t8 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / a0 @4 |: N Q5 O& W4 b7 f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 r8 w$ m- g7 l$ C' B9 _- J" X" GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ^! g4 O% @2 f" E; oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ D5 d& b& D. ?# S, f3 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / m5 M7 A! @( g, |+ ]/ a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; d* ]1 _/ b$ O& d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; C8 p0 ]+ c+ T( `8 i( ?& s
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 n8 \# t& a4 e0 d8 A& u" {How you tried to set them free, 4 K# }/ r* ~ p- y0 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e7 R4 S" M1 |$ t) I# nPerhaps they never will. |
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