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8 B8 m& Y& a% }( xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ C& D2 e3 n4 e7 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ \$ b. F! b) n( m9 n4 A4 @8 M, RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: C# N+ f D _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 f) v4 Y. R7 X3 |; Q4 `( W% ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ H1 B' y; |1 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Z5 @$ l3 ^ n1 z4 JHow you tried to set them free,
! n3 I; [" [: r" x) [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* s& Y2 j' }- X3 r, n0 ]# k3 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 D/ t R' g8 H1 y R6 e2 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- V: R/ G: X/ R3 g/ uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 I; r: _ m1 u% y% g: X% j7 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ B. U! t: k- { I6 n6 B8 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 T0 M; e9 z. g) nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / t/ X( t# T2 m' R, d( q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 n" G6 ^8 @: rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 b) X9 X8 @% nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 h$ v; \8 j" }* l. T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 f, C# o6 t1 T9 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " `+ i2 t8 i$ d6 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% |. e4 o6 X1 F$ s) PThe 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, # A+ i5 n+ E0 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
I) `8 K; I5 YHow you tried to set them free,
' h+ \- |: F0 ~! j# \. N; S5 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" B2 h/ C. g4 e2 I/ Y/ d2 o8 L$ }Perhaps they never will. |
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