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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 F/ y! Q* f! D/ M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . C8 U- D4 ?+ \6 Z% v* m, i! U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 A: x/ w/ I$ f' L% g9 M& @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! {% w1 w0 a& ~( M+ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( v F! }$ M3 r: _& s! Z7 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 s3 ^3 O; l" Q# H8 KHow you tried to set them free, ) b- I+ ]9 V0 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 h+ w1 u0 R' b/ U2 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 B9 t8 l7 S |9 G, jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 D, k1 O H) o6 z4 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) [/ R7 ^$ E% B' }2 A% j
Weathered 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,
+ U, W7 f) H" B$ F5 u N5 D$ OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Z. Q; d3 \7 g( @* @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 V! v$ W/ S( H4 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ G2 g, D g+ E/ t, f& \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 S% `9 Z* i1 y# FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! D, f- |3 q' y8 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Q% V, }4 `" q) ^: @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! ^# w: S( d! K6 v/ |5 m6 o/ zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ~; N8 h l3 ~8 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 x A* R, S! b9 rHow you tried to set them free,
0 ^3 o2 w2 u* h) ?; ]! T2 n ~# XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 S% F2 t( m% q. jPerhaps they never will. |
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