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) x* K. x, Z, Z1 ?7 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ V* P/ d1 B7 [7 L9 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 s4 u- `6 p3 z- ]6 h! _% C$ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ Q+ w. A5 ~+ B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 k% I/ w, }( ^# N% p/ h9 H& pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 F) u7 D5 Z; C5 B
How you suffered for you sanity, f% Y& l* _2 D7 q8 p" g4 g- z
How you tried to set them free,
/ u2 ]- L% g: AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' D& `( _8 E% R3 e3 O9 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 E4 v! S+ P0 V! Z4 |5 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ]5 L7 f- e0 J/ G5 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 |; C% {7 c* c: @- j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 J& k- M0 F! V0 d* @* P' I2 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' |* u1 g. Z3 v$ q2 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 q1 a" ]- B. ?6 |3 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) @8 g" H. F% X o
But I could have told you, Vincent, " a1 t2 d% ^/ _1 G6 m3 R: E$ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! M. p& B' `7 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; \, ^# E" |4 [1 Q% g; }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ t& d9 S! v% N# }. _3 O+ o# v- h
The 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,
5 W% u/ o4 o$ w. X/ d# x4 k$ N$ ]How you suffered for you sanity,
) x- l/ c! H& mHow you tried to set them free, 9 r( Z* }$ M0 Z+ U
They would not listen they're not listening still, & c* k* I2 H5 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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