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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
G7 o9 V+ Y& S: O. {0 b$ F! ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ |. S: @4 Y$ Z- x, c6 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ }6 t" B, |" H; T. j% w! rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 m8 y9 h5 i! V9 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 U7 `% ~4 @: p7 Q; V
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Z3 t C9 }0 y! V! ^' XHow you tried to set them free,
6 D: B8 |; }. p- ?- N! K: u5 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! m) _* r# [+ V" j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) z7 \0 i1 Z( ?3 Z9 b4 c. o) ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* {0 X3 b6 m& XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 } t4 q8 }& m: p/ W! V. w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # v1 J4 z k' f! ?6 n( u, r
5 f. x) f4 ]9 t( o5 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
]& C. u! ?! `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 Y) \' m/ \% z+ U( ?( B) `1 Y# }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* }; A* s0 A9 C( ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ( _8 v0 V5 ^8 i5 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( Q% h* K3 X* _1 H" ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Z. P+ d7 u) Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; i) Y" `/ H0 o) m" `) z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. D4 {4 i r) x6 i/ w8 [) y0 b; DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 r3 s: M- d- E! h* s& C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, q1 k7 y4 V3 k9 ]9 c, VHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 u7 h4 Z7 D5 J) M5 ~5 a5 `9 k1 lHow you tried to set them free,
6 h$ `7 q. r" t4 g; o5 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 s5 s( \; m7 A# z, q \+ X9 LPerhaps they never will. |
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