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/ i {5 F# G% M) dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 I* I1 z' v- ~! H/ I3 g4 ^# N5 h8 t- L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! {8 v3 {+ Z' V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; i3 {8 x2 n: Z+ v4 i/ P5 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & n) a8 u+ D$ l3 I0 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: u, y( \' L0 e D8 C7 FHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 h: F l; T. r( x; [
How you tried to set them free,
4 j/ `. Y8 C* X& BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + q* |! c6 L7 }, X5 X. F7 d; K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" K7 H, P2 h2 x& i1 d$ F1 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T8 ] M( g; w/ ?& XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 s# P6 g# s F* q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 x* l2 Y3 T' D' I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
z3 i: D0 n) i/ A7 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
f5 M7 R- ]% HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : v! g; B% A1 J- |* t3 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 f) B! k; c0 B* I! ?( eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . k4 Q! V, W/ r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( s, I* `/ u( u* [' t; j# xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 _: g T* }3 C3 F; i: rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. d& j# H Z, f1 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 o' B* k0 x* Q; c8 M& @6 T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . a% |6 z( H+ ]5 D7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
; @3 ^# h: j4 _8 ~$ \How you tried to set them free, 0 w1 N: d L7 _# ~' X+ @$ S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' E6 Q, Y! ^4 v sPerhaps they never will. |
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