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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 e+ a7 F, b/ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) K& d' B% c0 e" L( b- {. E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 a; y$ O2 k& `# ^7 {, Y* c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 t: S; Z7 _' n; R; S- m) G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 g0 P! @# v, R" RHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ b4 ]+ j9 V+ S2 IHow you tried to set them free,
8 k5 Y' Q2 |7 r( D/ d; B( k" TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & z$ h+ G8 ~/ N& t! E2 I2 f1 q5 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 f. n/ I7 I: `1 ~6 P1 s* m! ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. }9 u+ `5 h' X- LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& D& M+ }; A- [4 ^- vWeathered 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,
$ P4 r, \. ]. h$ @5 B& o8 S8 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 N( m, [1 z5 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Z! a+ L5 M, N, E; _But I could have told you, Vincent, / k" h' ?9 U7 Q a& j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % {* u+ y9 G2 P3 R9 i( ~( E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 z2 }, x# \( O' u9 `; f# {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + W" m- ~: r' q. l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 H: X: B: q6 D# X. Q# T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! y( o3 w& Y0 @) WHow you suffered for you sanity,
* g2 k2 P4 G/ E/ q9 |How you tried to set them free,
- i2 p3 |; L( k: IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% R7 m* a, G' @2 e. O7 MPerhaps they never will. |
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