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7 y, q. u: k6 w! d" ~+ t; Z: ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 U3 y, q! Z: Y5 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; {7 X4 z: F/ x+ i9 N1 n) s) L5 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" z& Q0 B& H" S0 m1 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 F% P- y/ ?8 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 {5 Q& ^3 _, o l+ w& u1 ~How you suffered for you sanity, 7 s V- L3 d9 N! C. l
How you tried to set them free,
! @$ P+ ]' p4 s: j' TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! A& X$ L$ g+ o( Q; d- j3 V: g* iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. r. X7 ^7 F5 g6 C4 j/ K8 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ^* p8 V8 G0 w2 \7 ~) jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 O& l" z% K5 X- 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,
* X" Y9 h0 E7 H L4 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 \8 ?9 c" r7 H5 y1 U" F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " F# F. K4 q) E/ s' K7 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 _) C, \3 C( LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * x0 a$ @7 d0 o, k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 o# G) B% v s0 {- M K' XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 L s8 d! g) H) Q, u; rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : x2 D' v3 Q b8 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( b e2 L% a# C# ?) V9 v4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 ^7 _5 |" V# ]# zHow you tried to set them free,
2 f( Z/ w/ {! CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 u* G, Q/ J% c6 P3 F/ HPerhaps they never will. |
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