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: J/ a/ y# b% m" }+ X/ m Y$ fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
x5 ]8 ?, ]9 e7 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' L; e o9 {, \1 R/ r$ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 |" P: a0 |7 ]; g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( m! E1 c( ]' D+ M3 V( |& _* s, y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: h* B+ s$ {% F: U8 D% E; }
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 ?) C: F7 a6 o6 F, ~
How you tried to set them free,
% L; h1 w5 Q2 N! qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 B. d/ ~. e. I& w: |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / Q! G( y% {# A9 }% o0 t( h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^# _# L$ `- O) M7 F0 _' i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 h% T: n2 ?1 H0 g% {: }6 T( G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * a1 s$ ^8 L" J% |) x) Y3 l! R0 I) d: {2 e# n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( N* G! Z( O. M7 \- g0 E9 [. l- LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - Q$ u( j1 n, S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( a P! t3 T$ W1 X0 N6 b }But I could have told you, Vincent, ! y, Y' U. m& I& A, @# p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |! f/ T9 k+ V1 M' B& H0 ]6 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # A" ^) D, ^7 j* q' @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 L6 d4 N: y, @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. l( U* y0 d& l3 i! o- v iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ~, r' ?/ a: }1 T, \3 H' \How you suffered for you sanity,2 o$ \% o$ H: U, q- Q& S* Y x x
How you tried to set them free,
9 B, T# z$ X6 w9 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) }7 ~8 y$ e' |1 I' _% x: IPerhaps they never will. |
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