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4 b4 `' ]* f& b) p+ H1 a$ D7 |+ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 p# n6 _( B# J! y: D! d$ M' C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 B5 C6 u( g% \+ d8 Z4 A) V* ?/ JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ ]! S) _" u$ G! d! g. O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& }1 A- m& z Y3 w: `; CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% I6 i( s- y' q1 e: V5 `How you suffered for you sanity,
; z$ C' S2 c) C- u2 X# N( RHow you tried to set them free,
9 w! I- f4 l6 `( v6 Y' c% ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 D2 ~' w0 G6 r" M+ P& R# ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . u3 o/ M. |; L6 J `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. b1 Y! K6 D- aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 e2 u! |, u9 u: d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * f4 s$ c5 ^( q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 N. j" Z8 @/ F5 y, V. d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 D+ o% h: P4 D; h5 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( r$ z$ o2 M# S& K1 s3 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 O$ I! H% v/ I- s0 T; @, o' m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - F( C. H+ X7 ]7 _6 F ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 x& B, I' V2 Z) r. k# c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / F2 u. Z- O# z2 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! c9 w4 W/ c) P2 D) DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 D, e/ r9 L# r& e/ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ v; A7 B+ [7 v& l# ^" G `How you suffered for you sanity," B7 B$ x, S5 s+ h5 T, ]' r
How you tried to set them free,
+ A9 R! \# \- A+ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ^7 I/ i) z" Z. oPerhaps they never will. |
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