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: B7 t2 i6 }: \8 Z7 I. ^, FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" C, c- d% G/ M! OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, f+ t/ E8 F: Z* d1 Z; s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! x5 L( i9 v8 q7 q wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& o6 j/ B, X7 G9 A& K$ c8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) l: ~+ ^2 m' }9 w4 r3 P
How you suffered for you sanity, ' _7 M/ l1 H" C
How you tried to set them free,
2 m& }3 p8 N+ I% N2 i- _! l- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ B6 G1 j/ S5 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A8 P" A3 |5 Z4 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 k- A* L! }+ g! \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' a% r' ?" l8 f0 r0 ]( X& }" ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' T2 Y/ M2 O3 d6 \0 x% O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) N+ b5 }4 a! I5 d+ i) f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' z3 g7 ?: A. h, O& [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 w6 ~7 J7 l0 Q' x7 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 o' y1 a" K }$ W7 V3 S% \2 [ J9 ^& _! |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 L% Q7 B( {) t' s: n3 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) O4 D3 E7 r8 Q' q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ k) K! D6 w. [9 Q4 }5 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' C5 @/ @' X8 U. R: P8 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & q! v- s. B* K2 K, t+ S
/ o. [& ]+ d# D+ e8 y2 g4 `* \6 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 E- V' y3 I; ? e# G8 f3 k8 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
3 a D% ^" Q' J4 L2 L* B4 XHow you tried to set them free,
2 _: P3 V0 _. Q( |0 H8 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, : g4 ?' b# o" \1 \; b& m
Perhaps they never will. |
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