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9 k$ n: P3 N4 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Y( m: n% m# B& W7 ^% _" qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 C4 A7 a+ N) R6 a* u& d! QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N: x0 ]( l7 |" ?1 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) `/ {" M, E* K' NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ^% E3 k' j0 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 {, I6 B \2 I* m3 K7 G8 DHow you tried to set them free, " C# V% ^* ~1 s3 ?" K' l0 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# O! L$ y$ g* [; E6 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ~6 _! S0 \# q5 S# C9 o8 e& t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^9 ]0 d6 m0 h) O7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ e* b& G1 W& XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : P; Y5 U" o1 ]: ?" b/ p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ A! E5 j* W) d" {5 p; |8 J& Y8 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: S/ {& _, A4 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 u2 \3 r" q6 T$ ?5 b' `, U. j
But I could have told you, Vincent, - P! N7 z* j V2 ^) t Q5 z# A* C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ I! L. X6 s8 a! PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / s% b( x: u7 f8 W6 Q$ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ?3 }$ d/ q1 l$ U& ]4 Q. `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 S/ O+ n9 _* i, f( V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " B7 e3 N3 M2 H* r7 J, W9 h( y
- ?2 s8 ]6 }) dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 d; W8 g& J% M+ z
How you suffered for you sanity,9 S* R# w$ M1 {) |3 ` F1 E
How you tried to set them free, 0 h3 x+ ~/ U L! s6 h; x/ v& J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, T# ~) M; i: }5 h( ^Perhaps they never will. |
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