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# G7 h; [7 j4 t, H) F% eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 k0 z1 r) f$ ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 c; a/ q5 E. ^. }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ [/ o* r( X7 o( \$ Z8 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 ]# ~- b3 h3 y3 O! d; eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- l$ Q$ r/ L2 ]9 `: G" L
How you suffered for you sanity, ! c, g/ j2 T7 c% \1 `9 W* M
How you tried to set them free,
$ G. `* n; I) @9 J fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% h! F. ^& Q) a4 d, MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 A* U" X- `0 a& {" @' VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' z- S9 Z5 m C$ v _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 T4 y. _0 d4 j) a: ^: y rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 ]9 Y. e9 L o6 j! l% J3 o+ s4 d- \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 e- `5 R6 t; \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, m0 {- \1 F9 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . U; U0 C# L9 B# ^4 d" U# N! W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* N4 ]3 X8 d& D: z0 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . j8 e% y, `3 ]7 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! }2 J9 q* j) p: EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ H( J6 e3 a1 V# ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 }# N9 m2 o! [/ F* |- ]; {) |8 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- z. ?" s6 v$ ^* A. RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ^! C, f% y Y' BHow you suffered for you sanity,( r* z8 C5 N7 [( c
How you tried to set them free,
T& M7 ]/ f D" S j) eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ ]- d! g- u+ J4 O$ E& J8 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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