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0 v2 h& T. _& {+ M8 O; |Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) s8 E7 x L" u, xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- b+ k9 g2 P4 S8 I& W$ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' a5 T# T7 i7 f& t8 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* `( g' |7 a( A) J7 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; M0 \( V% T% s. g) B
How you suffered for you sanity, T C5 A: N' H. \# v
How you tried to set them free,
+ n: j+ z/ W% s8 P6 H+ rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( R* c: L+ r# Y2 P$ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! O" Y7 Q/ m" j6 ]3 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 x" \% Q( x1 E' YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 }( V/ |+ U( ~$ L% ^; w5 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 C8 r6 f: M) a% {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) |! B/ I, G8 ~) Q& R. _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 U& U- L. q( Y6 g/ `; u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 n# ~4 s8 S, U* L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 H* b. F" e! ^. s d4 ~- G zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ]: i/ P: ]6 k: ?( c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! ]4 }2 N$ B; XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 g: P6 x6 I& E9 m" Y, R' r# I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 N- Q5 ~1 ?1 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ k2 {: o7 ]% ~; K& G! {1 N1 M5 |
How you suffered for you sanity,$ m7 u2 ^2 O" `
How you tried to set them free,
& U7 ~ v8 p! D3 R M; Y8 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, : m3 |$ j4 u/ [6 J5 D' q
Perhaps they never will. |
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