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7 p2 k3 G( g# g; n$ b4 |6 [9 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & l8 |! X' K6 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + f- Z2 [% p; j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! j5 G% V# @$ P. N+ h' T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + C1 l3 @7 r5 I h- M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 @% B/ ]; q+ j% o; |+ z+ }9 Z, V) _
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 y7 K( f* A- t% AHow you tried to set them free,
) h7 B" A( [! ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 J, G, @- F+ y+ Y; P+ TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* t# m8 b" \. t: `7 E; k! r9 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 `- n/ f. l! F+ f" F" C6 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 ~' E% H; H& \+ b% a$ B# f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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k/ n# F( ~$ Y* a) qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 A5 e9 d# G4 h. xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , C9 A6 d+ v+ Q; M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ e# g( Q4 p1 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) P; y7 q3 L9 V8 J% bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * i! f' h7 N+ d$ _0 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% T0 E, P, ]( x1 Z; q wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
O# Y( Y7 }# U/ zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ D% s) m5 E+ e( a& r# _# IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" l. j9 Y" F3 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( C) V e% d0 W+ K% l2 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ @% p$ T0 z# h$ U( ~( c( ~How you tried to set them free,
6 b, O6 p- }# |: K; G! E" ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( V( a0 E$ y, x2 DPerhaps they never will. |
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