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, m! \6 V5 |$ I/ q/ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % S1 |# r* D1 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; E7 t# O L% s$ O7 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& H7 N( Q8 l9 z1 Z9 Z- KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% r5 `& t4 c# P+ W! pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* W q% p0 ^! T
How you suffered for you sanity, ! \9 D* ?4 w# h7 b l2 Z
How you tried to set them free, ; B# }0 c: |3 t2 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Z( ^3 J7 C4 {5 ]7 v: cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + m4 |6 I4 \( N# h& E) D- O3 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Y$ K/ V$ m$ h( q1 [7 c% v! W& ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - J7 p7 ~% x6 V7 c" Z& s9 p+ F
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,
4 k; j5 g( a# [& q& kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 @0 t0 C( P3 m- _* d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : \! I9 P5 _: f! V' E! @
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ]# u" T! J* x0 j2 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 l. n# d: b3 ^# `" b
$ z( e/ X: \4 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 J8 K+ i8 ^, FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% `6 V# Z6 d- d5 @9 b; {; GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 F' k4 E/ m) B6 k3 b C. JThe 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, * E0 X( |, K6 G! o% v
How you suffered for you sanity,
u* u' [) d* N2 P+ Y; m. oHow you tried to set them free,
0 p7 G8 W; g% b3 D+ m: B' R6 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
S% b' u# L4 I8 e# i/ |. OPerhaps they never will. |
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