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: A# Z2 R% S+ b% rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) l7 v6 t. S: w9 y3 F0 D( JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ C6 L8 O/ L- [, O/ MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ W6 y$ `8 `0 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) [4 o ^0 C+ f; z# K5 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Z, M% z, k# w: R
How you suffered for you sanity, ) C# d1 V; y }5 V; U8 o7 n7 g
How you tried to set them free, : e, I( U+ }. I8 B2 r, A% P, B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' X4 T) X) H# T) q1 @7 [0 i( K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + \( i/ q9 X- n) M) B$ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; s! s$ [) l% d. e& A* I @7 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 k* ]8 b% a- d! [' u: _# a$ R% BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 N5 c6 E7 K) A$ f; ~$ R/ P4 B2 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 m+ y( {& N) {' _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % G+ L# {) N$ R% p0 g7 D! Z: q$ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; I* O7 q8 D3 q" |1 |* w7 d/ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) {9 u9 ~' ~; x, m# P' y7 U) ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 k7 Z7 y1 \2 ~$ C5 ^1 ^6 h# D# z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 @4 E+ a9 x- \' w9 b! I9 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * n/ j4 u0 L7 {3 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * G- z4 o2 v5 \) ]0 {( p* }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ? @* |2 G% M; Q, G" e8 J6 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ~7 E7 ]% e7 u% O& k, {How you suffered for you sanity,! {' S& L7 g; o, L+ e- g) K# r7 i
How you tried to set them free,
" ]! I3 G, G% Q( N m$ m- RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; R: B: d. D% V: M
Perhaps they never will. |
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