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, R9 _5 h7 i& e/ @1 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
K/ F; ?! C7 B, ~, Q/ u8 e LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, T0 O7 m7 ]' r7 z9 z# G0 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ k2 W; M7 }2 o/ ^- J5 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ]' C9 y K" R% \$ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: r3 g6 X+ n# K6 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, ! s" b7 r2 A K. f7 ~
How you tried to set them free,
. z$ o4 B# Y; `) ^3 ^; zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ j9 z- Y: x* `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) A: M0 p& c/ k3 X- n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 w- N4 u, `1 i' N G7 t' h: {2 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, c8 k. y/ P7 c$ p! \7 B" b$ @0 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 G4 | r& Y9 N* m" f4 s' ]5 Q J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' s) \# k6 `1 d3 y1 ?* O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
l# ~ f/ I7 }6 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. f) t/ C$ U' A+ fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( o- D u, U9 l _0 \% b/ b& xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 k- M4 e& Y/ f2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 z" h: f! D! [; m( VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 G2 b; j# e; a4 S* JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 r* I# f9 t- a( l$ i! X) DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- A7 k* z0 S2 W3 GHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ^$ ^1 i+ \, B0 x
How you tried to set them free,
: K, a& F3 J2 @1 I# d; L. u% L; FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& y3 t9 S5 ?( t7 m! sPerhaps they never will. |
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