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2 c! p6 b; [6 {, l4 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) c2 b$ g. g h) C3 f7 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; ]/ b" U6 A2 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' c ~+ V" J3 c1 y7 L, @ h. @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; Z7 T; s+ p( h6 e$ ?$ gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; L5 H: w- X0 ^0 r) lHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 F, h4 ~, ]' x& a2 }' l5 ZHow you tried to set them free, ! z# A4 Q- A7 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 { |2 ?+ F0 J; `0 C7 z% A6 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ~, j+ Y* X3 P6 H) H7 C3 X1 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ?8 G+ {5 `* L' ], G( U; l" [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 U; k9 ]% R6 g. Q! w+ g: T( G. e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 z$ ?- W, ~% F1 r
9 E* s2 f1 b2 X/ ]% P% ]1 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 O h+ S G9 l1 \2 R, Z) sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 \0 V( P' k; b+ {* Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ~" I& i( G! _But I could have told you, Vincent, & R6 g7 [* ]7 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& c+ u" w- V# W0 r4 h CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 t" y9 p7 t! z0 A8 _- EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Z3 q5 w' {5 d! J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Z) h0 ~4 e0 p+ |% ^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,
- r+ g V$ q7 b7 U+ Z2 S& q gHow you suffered for you sanity,% O1 }) V( T3 M O
How you tried to set them free,
* C$ l+ J/ w2 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ v- Z( l" ]8 U" oPerhaps they never will. |
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