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7 b8 l5 w& m! b5 Z: G+ p6 KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 X7 D7 ^1 I; ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * N$ H0 Q, u; j/ ^8 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; N: L4 V( Q. C$ y7 e+ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ I* \! ?6 E" fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
D, }; c# O- kHow you suffered for you sanity,
, F0 o5 b" ~7 DHow you tried to set them free,
2 S+ m: X0 e: {: i5 y# f7 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; B3 x; d7 s, U$ f, H0 v7 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 }5 q5 W) a% O! ~1 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . _+ F' d! m+ e" T" b4 j5 F2 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + p, B9 v; z) O$ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) t- _/ u) ?) {' X. d. e6 ^7 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " i* {. z6 e/ `5 p( y S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . E9 D; c% W4 ^; b8 N. C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 \ O# O+ R7 h* e! g1 I8 bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ H7 I7 A1 s% M7 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: j+ b3 W$ r7 ^! `9 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 q3 M5 A4 A. _. n* ^# D6 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : E6 H! D8 h3 G, _+ E# a, R: j
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, 5 C0 i5 |! u3 P3 ~. K( e
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z; W5 P6 m2 e6 nHow you tried to set them free,
* ~" V0 N9 X' lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 U, h5 g% ]9 U0 hPerhaps they never will. |
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