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2 b3 W7 |* q4 Q, g8 t6 _+ N6 B* ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* `6 F4 Q: e' e/ s# f1 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 N, T8 `0 @# ?2 s C0 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& U2 f' S. \' y# v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 U' H7 E' }% k% p6 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," P7 C; K, P$ K2 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
}2 D% P( T" `How you tried to set them free,
* j. b# c7 \9 K' V1 `$ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 a& J% }/ l# S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 b% Q- z& p$ d0 U! h9 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' u. G: J8 p& W( R. j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ~# {4 T, c) D$ Y) i! k. o6 a0 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ w6 ~' ~% g# }* k1 @( u9 f+ a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& }1 R9 B' `- X2 E2 g2 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ^$ T3 F v/ I0 j' W! B& n% r, NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, i" c9 b6 B# q, T0 N: B- }But I could have told you, Vincent, - L9 J/ e* {0 g' |0 ]$ `& @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 M) Q* C( ]9 S5 ?4 Y4 @& ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ J! o5 `' H' T; a7 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ~2 ?4 |+ n9 E( {0 _
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, 2 `2 s2 |* w, i
How you suffered for you sanity,
- P0 J) w8 q, M; R4 W7 EHow you tried to set them free,
& P1 T" g. @$ |$ U: J5 d4 `They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 S1 @0 h$ x( L1 V9 N( p( f
Perhaps they never will. |
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