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8 h* o2 u) p2 q" q% [4 u9 b- ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 F# L8 w8 {0 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 l: f, ]2 [9 N9 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- a. S, f$ C% t) {& o+ {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 m0 ]$ H5 W4 X; D" D, ^0 t, c+ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ~- W$ ~. q8 [0 H0 {How you suffered for you sanity, % {0 M5 @; b$ k u
How you tried to set them free,
% D1 r' M/ S/ j8 y" ~; U/ lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 ]$ T! J$ H9 x F! g/ S; @- j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ g1 b0 S- m3 ~( W) ^8 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Y+ v8 x( D6 x/ }6 x4 x2 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ l3 v! S4 y' Q! JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 f5 G# Z# Z" _& f" E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, J# |, y' i7 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, U4 `* s1 `- K/ `1 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; S, u" m/ D; n" D3 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* ^/ g: p$ f0 x7 `6 a6 R! i& V/ r8 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. g7 f5 F. j$ h+ \& S2 m) A: UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ?* h8 W$ {3 x! R; O, d2 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) R$ O4 y2 j* C4 j$ n- A) s; D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! a; }6 h( S# ^7 W' ^1 ]: ?2 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & l! i7 \% r9 p# o
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 V9 D2 @/ k( g g, BHow you tried to set them free,
& A6 T8 R/ K. t8 {+ I$ n. g) ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
& |9 ^% p& |' ]. T0 Q% TPerhaps they never will. |
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