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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ B7 q4 n/ u5 `! u, SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 a1 L7 b- l. B9 o/ h8 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! `8 A* U/ y. p) c' `% K0 g3 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' m2 e4 c+ g8 u D; e2 ^( Y& hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Y& o0 Z$ M% W$ n/ ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ]3 v$ F3 {1 V' k6 mHow you tried to set them free, ! z' G* n* L2 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ }' _1 n6 p" a2 u% B$ Z% J LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 \( w& ?# V/ Q) w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 p" A" |5 O+ n9 ]' J+ O1 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 E7 {1 A9 q, SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : c0 W" I$ \" }! R* q; J! T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 O, }1 V2 V- n' p- X+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 u" H$ J1 }# G C. }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& D& ?' g* S U+ c4 j5 a) T1 \- ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
, T, n! | |" W9 S$ o: ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 J. ]# n# q" v- G7 K
4 Z# \1 ^ Q8 ~- X! h- C% KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* l4 ?' ~) ]! z# Z" a3 c3 w1 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , j4 @- x( g7 i6 o5 K5 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , G9 c8 q0 t; |2 ~5 w. E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' T' F4 H! S2 t4 i$ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, d. @* l( B" O3 o' t. N
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S* u5 ]6 f" p) g5 q2 P6 MHow you tried to set them free, & W( e) E! q0 j+ F+ S8 c/ E
They would not listen they're not listening still, * _& M" I# e% s9 R9 F9 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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