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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" E7 D- Z3 W! E4 V# j1 H- s: OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / s6 ?2 a; F' |& F3 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: h; ]1 L3 L+ R' d6 i5 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ X# g; b7 u8 F+ u9 r5 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ `) l3 P/ Y% ?0 _* B
How you suffered for you sanity, $ G7 b' U5 P! z: Z4 ~- A' }& t
How you tried to set them free,
$ A6 s8 ]1 s ]5 u1 z5 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
q; b! b/ A3 Q7 N1 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , H, b6 _) X% {( R* B5 d6 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Q" v) x$ C$ |; b; L8 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% c4 }: V9 S/ @. HWeathered 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, ! R, H! d w( D4 j2 r- w8 H* i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* X! A9 y! }5 H2 J) OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) X6 ^# h6 e3 m1 _ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( t) q5 T; D Z& ~8 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # F! P! @8 M8 X5 P$ m
/ H( J5 y$ o9 X, D# @6 z+ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 H) I a) U! k' w! v9 t, B! g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 j! T7 r8 ]) K$ @: a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 W# b1 }$ v' @$ ?& `4 `8 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, J- w; W# f. r! w, MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. O( \9 v+ r! y8 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 G) y6 L/ e. o; @: tHow you tried to set them free,
: G5 d) Z& F% \) M5 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ E8 r- n6 T. A0 o5 HPerhaps they never will. |
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