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: f* _! r, C$ z: Z8 P2 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ^$ d g7 B6 J- Q+ bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
[, `$ S! ^7 E# k+ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 r0 a4 i8 L: u" H" m* y0 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
L* V+ r/ L( v! [4 S/ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,: ~3 z! i* }9 Q- ~) }7 v$ |
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 }% J3 ?; M, O" b: v4 o
How you tried to set them free, + d" m% u8 I# d7 \/ }. Z& k* S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ^/ A' t% A5 l" V2 [' {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 \: Q7 \- x: j: G7 `& v9 J/ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
B' d( L9 L) WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 Q, o+ O; ]" c! }3 t
Weathered 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, " W& N- |" J% H7 ~; r$ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; V" T0 F: e2 m7 \$ |$ r- B* I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* _+ ]/ q7 k) m$ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, + `+ G8 ]' w: E2 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' Q) d3 K3 N$ o( u" VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. I2 b% F& O# Y: ~9 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + I- K# M6 S' \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 q: [* b Z# d; AThe 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, 0 U6 L( t3 l- l; G
How you suffered for you sanity,3 ?9 W3 _& b! l* C
How you tried to set them free, ' ]3 Q" Y, N; Z% |0 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, o5 l8 @9 h0 T" ?8 C9 `9 Q1 FPerhaps they never will. |
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