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" m) q* ^9 R e9 p& a8 E0 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# V5 e) U) T/ u2 j5 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( A/ ]+ q3 q( `# A% eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ S) A9 A$ F; i# t, \0 ]3 O* }5 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 L5 r( W$ r5 u5 G% A' R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 V5 t! T, f! L, l% GHow you suffered for you sanity, : M3 o0 u" O9 }- m# r% c
How you tried to set them free, : G3 Q* |0 r) }! s" s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' b: Z6 v# O2 u3 [/ p7 Y# hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. A; T2 G4 o! _" x& ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * J0 A; T/ ^% ^& p* O ~( M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : m x% K6 j7 a' S! D) @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 J- j( u" b! m# m: l; A3 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 A6 B7 B ?' v0 w4 {4 C i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- f# k! a, e, a% PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 u, W7 H7 v( W1 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ N/ |/ Y" F0 E, K- j- Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% P+ g1 |9 P" d2 `4 d6 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ a, t! g+ X* s8 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / h7 D% ~2 ] ]/ A$ u- o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 S6 t) ^6 M5 M5 Z1 v, ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! W n& E3 t2 j. k2 q. LHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 c8 E8 w' `" j& m( x' |How you tried to set them free, : c' N( S4 ]. p1 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 R% u: n3 p( J0 p- `+ B8 uPerhaps they never will. |
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