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% d( Y' a' `/ B3 I* p4 C/ X! ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- F' _, G; D7 d! O9 \. ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ P5 m: m7 E8 j" q% A( x8 U0 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! X [4 I) C0 p' a$ o8 H7 W& H6 U8 r: q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* n+ B' Y7 P6 C+ a; C, r+ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* p+ J# b" ~ Q: A- c l) lHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 T4 l+ E; L. J3 K4 O2 M6 A" {How you tried to set them free,
* q7 q! g. X# \- c3 J' U- {* g. wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 }1 k0 P5 F! ]5 r2 m7 O/ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 [1 G Y0 w) ^( A- o: N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
M5 o. c6 o2 J+ G: e$ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : X$ I; \. g' a( W. Z g |7 K5 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ K8 T4 v/ V* n6 [4 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 [% k9 z6 s/ L3 d) b3 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 d5 |1 x# M# d, g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! W, z- I6 ?2 l ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, & M3 K# h `' j. o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 w( R$ B! B0 C# y% V6 M* ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. t& B1 g5 e/ f& dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ]( q, I: e& \$ v0 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( y4 g8 E8 s5 s6 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, @. M% D: Y/ P8 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; R& x$ @8 ]2 V8 d% [/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
* b3 X; W2 T" VHow you tried to set them free, ! ~! I4 \" X5 W3 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; N0 v" ?7 X0 S' R* T- p7 BPerhaps they never will. |
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