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4 g t* F3 b0 t) sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, G) k2 v8 P o! z2 o' ~5 Q2 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 A) \+ i4 r+ \" a( I3 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& B7 T) h9 m7 e0 ^: V }- @& g- h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ m" ]. {7 {' p. v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' U! }4 ?, U; EHow you suffered for you sanity, / O% _5 y& l& v
How you tried to set them free,
2 F$ h8 Z* \: z7 v' G3 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 t* ?8 j5 d. z- v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , X5 Z- Y- \# H7 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* X2 T7 E0 [4 X! {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) j- x- Q5 d$ U, k- T8 M) H; E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # q% X/ p, N, i0 F( e1 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Z9 G1 F, r. [7 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 e0 v" S' D# _- M, iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( i' j" ~8 M2 `( a8 b% G
But I could have told you, Vincent, p5 W) O& Y' N0 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: U/ I8 Y! y3 |& s, hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' [* C2 M! G x6 ?& h4 r6 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 c7 w; M4 l7 W- ~& x$ }& XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % @/ _6 f; I& t6 e+ T7 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, c' f. U8 `9 d# s5 G6 ]8 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 e2 `4 N+ R$ C: b1 C1 |, U# `
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 M8 q7 U) m: Z# G; ]How you tried to set them free,
0 p) d# |! z; B2 Y- xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- p7 r; o a1 n' T" j- j0 L$ {Perhaps they never will. |
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