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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # C5 F* M/ D$ k. m7 T" H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & i7 F7 }6 T8 \ G9 K5 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- F: ^& o; s k2 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " B3 } x# W0 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' ?* M9 W3 y7 g- f% p& m# K) `
How you suffered for you sanity,
( x3 K* ]9 `: ]# \How you tried to set them free,
4 p% l* ]1 x* U4 z4 N$ e3 }8 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. i! N1 V9 V5 F2 J% c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, [# V& S7 q# U0 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Y1 ^; @; |% p) o+ c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 A3 {) s2 E2 }& Y% c4 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. r& l$ C i5 y' j! y2 B0 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 v, I+ x! k9 b6 s) M8 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, K7 C& m# F$ c7 @& L! nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, K* ?& Y5 Y, U- g1 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; H7 D& h7 n0 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Y8 K) X2 A$ _ j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : _, O6 I9 ]9 t" C# n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Z6 V0 x) E0 j# V" `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- q; N# Z6 |8 Z2 m1 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 X4 \, P# \6 ^1 g! A" V' X
' J$ l2 t: E5 z$ m x8 e7 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: {! ? i6 v6 uHow you suffered for you sanity,: X3 S* r9 @0 X. v3 H# |9 o
How you tried to set them free,
, a8 K- C& h$ x9 Y7 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( {4 a9 [& I1 i$ C* w- fPerhaps they never will. |
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