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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, A/ `4 |, e" g8 G9 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 m2 Q ?3 [/ _9 C' wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: @1 W; r5 r) k. tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' B) Z1 [; Q$ m/ |; T6 o4 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ a# U2 G5 W: ?# K* D* h3 j- {/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,
& {8 z" A4 x6 B2 v6 NHow you tried to set them free, h7 Y) _5 o) ]9 i% m; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 e* p- v' u2 A$ l$ `1 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, E' x h4 q$ N- m# H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 L* a n S2 l$ ^/ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 t' c M/ }+ D# p( F/ T/ z5 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; ^& ?/ O; ^) {9 p1 I$ x% D L
0 _; p, i" P" U \" u1 _2 }, H6 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 M9 Q3 Y+ B% c% B- q% G* N1 u. {) GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ~$ D" p" g! q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - N! o6 e4 M$ ]! `6 `4 R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 R+ G4 d$ i- ^0 ?3 Y9 M) m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 d% r6 W1 O0 R) m# J% W( l0 T8 `5 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + X4 k c% w) t6 r/ ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Y/ ^( V2 J0 f4 k2 M0 ~8 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 H z/ g* A) ^: a' d1 h: d2 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
b% z- d) M6 |: F# G# D3 w1 p4 cHow you tried to set them free,
- w [* P }+ w6 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
( p4 J3 b6 B! _- X8 cPerhaps they never will. |
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