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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 B7 U: S& Z! V7 U3 g) D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% j6 {+ ^2 X5 r0 j0 B/ R+ P4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Z1 q- j8 T' L# ]( O( ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 p; | i: ]7 O% Z1 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 W/ O; _& }( D7 s' a1 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
. i; k! e+ y- X' gHow you tried to set them free,
7 A1 I+ D9 a( w4 C0 X: |! h, yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ m' X( M" W& X i8 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* } Y" ^) k7 j+ OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 V* x/ w$ a8 j1 A1 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ n6 W& A" A t5 Z& L+ A' QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 a- T& W0 X, ^2 a; Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 q9 X( ^: [+ X# K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, p; o3 c/ J" U1 c2 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 p M8 |9 {6 F1 q T, nBut I could have told you, Vincent, % p: g! ~# i7 x( J1 Y7 A; R* W# R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_) g% v1 o6 z3 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " K4 `" y) H# l/ m. I: K4 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 K+ x+ {: i2 V. ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' L7 `- ]$ I1 ?6 j- N6 y& c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" g% c3 f# _ v- IHow you suffered for you sanity,4 Q l" o( ]- G
How you tried to set them free, $ V7 Z/ V7 O" l, q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ^! h6 t) A% P: x2 x, J6 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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