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# v0 e' L" I0 d' c# LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / B3 I9 m r5 b8 P0 b+ s& G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ~- R" @: C4 n. w, b0 O/ Y. H" `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# |; S4 }" i5 K2 ]2 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- U3 j6 o. a2 d& O! e( _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 D8 j. t7 u0 p6 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 u" B3 V8 B5 ^( p! r( AHow you tried to set them free, ( d2 P5 q) D6 }! v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- E" A7 `- i" d ?& |. jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" P7 M4 u# z& t# H8 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 r$ c! v8 U' b* FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& Z) B1 C% z7 d/ x$ A9 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 m7 Y( _# n/ W/ K* R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 b5 l2 F/ [" K1 t4 N- c6 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 L5 ~, _* g5 [7 D, eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / J" i6 x. ?) O$ i2 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 h$ a2 Z. V0 a7 ?2 S8 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ O6 K# B* q% I5 R7 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 Q5 J/ ?# G- B8 b2 {% q. MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; {( H: r9 Z) l. ~6 d
The 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,
1 I% u/ }$ L, k5 D2 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 q; _* a- s+ {! ^' n) ~# A" L" T- [How you tried to set them free,
; C M: u5 U3 h5 A. l D+ @They would not listen they're not listening still, ; a4 o4 }8 Z8 Q9 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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