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( g) A7 T& M; m' E1 t! n8 T WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 }4 b* W! s# @2 l0 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: H8 |: C9 N- ` q- m+ ?, m7 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 I* F) Y6 u: e9 h7 W! r- l# H$ d; f v8 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 E" d s. L; F. \3 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 U5 Y# ~% j, H9 I5 }7 RHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ]; T1 c8 T0 [( S
How you tried to set them free,
) e3 `+ i- G( B5 c: NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : | w" D: i# g' K! u( w1 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + ?5 Q2 i0 q0 k" v# M/ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ W7 o+ O% ?7 G# p9 B! T7 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ A5 s( y2 b; a* w: G5 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . |( n, y# l* `* Z; U6 }6 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 i7 s/ W& p8 O1 V7 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * `, ]( J& u/ u' H( q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 p# H( g# U7 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, : B7 ?8 F N& k" L, Y9 i( X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 s7 l, _8 _9 W3 V; b3 u. O% E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , B, B0 \7 G2 u0 Z0 w1 Q4 Z8 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' V+ S$ x- k# v9 S, O& lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. `8 y) o8 {7 ?+ \0 u' L' \/ B7 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " F8 I( T( g/ p, D6 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + g J, N- R$ b3 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
* @4 ^3 D$ f# Y# NHow you tried to set them free,
- D- o# S+ s. T% JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ i) Q4 K8 r" g7 |3 OPerhaps they never will. |
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