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, J1 ]& M6 B9 ^* N$ tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ z1 D/ C8 p+ ^: v7 Y7 Z0 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 v6 h( \3 ?7 ]3 F. q6 l6 F5 b' v8 t AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* K1 a* `9 D3 D* _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) v# F% ?; o. y4 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Z7 }) G( ~3 I& ?; w. c& y6 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
; A, }, W9 t: C4 P8 K8 |# XHow you tried to set them free, * M, C9 g$ m' y/ u+ i8 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; n) R. i% v) e7 H9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' D+ G" d; C2 u' b, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F& p3 [0 Y6 H& Q9 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D3 Y6 y2 B7 n5 t5 _4 @; \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ V5 W6 }' V0 J7 |7 x+ }+ _9 E, Q1 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 \- g3 U% o& i9 z+ o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 @# |6 T O: pBut I could have told you, Vincent, , \) S5 v( `' }5 f" n/ P1 e4 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Z/ _7 j( U# R8 E7 K& m
* n% V0 Y# E: c( \) M% {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 X0 k( I5 ]& m- ~# l2 ^8 r, l/ a1 F7 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 r( |; J8 J% x* o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 m. c* H* Y1 O* E/ R5 _. g; f l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 }+ J, ?6 h/ t) [1 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. }3 S/ w {% b% _, Q) A7 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 ^3 y0 J U; E* @1 u4 y9 ], V1 fHow you tried to set them free,
1 G' n6 Y% I$ Z- S2 v. UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- b9 v9 [+ F, `" B( H+ n9 OPerhaps they never will. |
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