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# R2 b7 D/ P" e8 i6 v, W# `- S* JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 V0 \/ @& F8 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 d. F1 T, A. z0 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: @2 Y* m! I1 [# w+ c6 n9 w1 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 X8 u/ s0 M/ S! t' O6 W5 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. _& o; W( a1 }% A
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 U. J8 p& c% [
How you tried to set them free,
0 W: H4 ?4 w6 _# e7 y6 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ z4 |6 ^$ R8 D* ^6 N8 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, [ T* D; V1 _" u# O# ?6 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # E8 X: l, k5 X( m4 _% u1 X# S7 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 E4 W& F U2 V7 Y; r3 u
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, * F' X# D7 K( Z' O" T2 V+ c) m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 Z' k+ u* V* ?. l7 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 p, Z6 |8 I5 h; B; R2 p. o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' b' S, {$ m" n$ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / z6 c3 J4 Z& | l) l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . K4 ]2 e6 ?& }8 @8 g2 j7 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % v7 d. A. ~, ]3 ~& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" T, T8 ^9 M1 h, {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, H# O+ N2 z" {' `% cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# t2 Z+ [0 b( }& ~/ e- eHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ^2 U. h' y/ ?4 THow you tried to set them free,
# k$ O. S& l/ u( v/ k. B$ q- UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ G6 ?& f- X) U) s* V. P( tPerhaps they never will. |
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