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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 e. g3 D6 c; [# v% g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ]! Y; q& Y" n# y/ ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G/ n& m/ y& {# C) vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 p" t O( V# `0 ^! Q4 D6 B, E% M% O' c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" {. m# V, L+ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
% | N' f5 c$ J9 n! j# r+ hHow you tried to set them free,
+ Z# M/ t; H: O" NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ]0 P9 S6 e+ X7 T# U8 v5 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 x! F7 S% \% ] |( vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 F) z$ ]$ H7 r, T7 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 u5 U/ p, V2 L" Y4 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 E8 }' ^- s+ [( _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* Z4 A+ J+ D$ t4 [9 }! i/ m( S3 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ V3 I9 w; d& N4 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) F% W# s5 ^7 W r8 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. g2 A# K" O3 A2 R4 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & j( z2 Z9 E% Z( g c' p0 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + l' s. y9 o4 h1 c7 J7 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 d. x! Z4 t" S% c" O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) O" K' h8 \2 a) {- q# sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; j u* e2 K& D2 K z; s" _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ]2 E& ]" q9 C% Z$ r5 |How you suffered for you sanity,: C- g/ c- r* c# [
How you tried to set them free,
5 }2 u: ]3 b' ~0 j9 H1 V$ DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 }2 z$ k, d- ?: ePerhaps they never will. |
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