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& J- {' J( n( I3 z( xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 D; M, _! Y. a3 _$ J8 a$ S ?; \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 c5 C7 F7 _3 Y" j5 i0 A8 |7 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 p: t0 L5 w2 d1 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - }' c& w* L. f) C- |( r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 a" G9 r! H/ n" W4 g5 H2 s
How you suffered for you sanity, ; m" B! R4 s y; U
How you tried to set them free,
, o" k5 y m. u! {# s/ Z6 n: {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 C6 d# x; E$ _1 ~* D) ?' S% QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 `4 C7 u9 O! I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 h" a: F8 c( Z2 \& p: ?! VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 X4 m/ y4 f. n7 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ]* ?" V( O. C4 e% A+ R/ [3 z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
[, o! L; A# D+ K4 l' S" m# ?5 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; `) E2 X9 B1 y! @* y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: c/ X5 p* {( H, ^+ tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, m Y$ ?: z1 U* B8 a( P( zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! L: Y! A+ B' {9 }) ?' i" l7 A# b" y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + n' T. p+ z9 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' w% F5 {9 Y3 _! q9 T* k. n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 e" b& O2 R x0 u9 z' D0 w( R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# f) q+ G# Z# x* aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: a+ x; q* H# B' w7 ?# F* vHow you suffered for you sanity,4 @, e Q5 d; g. Q$ j
How you tried to set them free,
5 ] n5 h' U g2 `They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 a" l T/ R% h# V* ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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