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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( y5 |$ i6 U. f( Z4 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # _, A* B; B7 @; K# ~) j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% @3 L& f: |8 a) N- F# [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 z4 y8 o! _+ X: Z. sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% D* j4 E. y9 x1 }8 c: {
How you suffered for you sanity, ; g# | C/ m* J7 ~) |9 J
How you tried to set them free, 6 f5 C- h# }9 `) y6 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 i+ Y ~- b2 m0 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' e4 Z9 }3 H: Z* D: f6 w# V. i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, s7 I+ q5 P5 |' ~7 ^* R3 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I# E' T( f% CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) I* e: X2 o6 B) ~) ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 J: a9 C+ u m6 W1 _; h4 z' l* C% J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ?+ F1 d: X. f. K9 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 u" d# J9 F. `- p; QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 B" B& B' l: _7 V, O A @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 Y* g( O6 G4 s7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - G7 J; w9 K3 b1 h# ~$ y7 A8 C/ |- G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 H6 o$ z: M& ~. J9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; W; S- z6 G5 w+ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( S% B+ Q: R" ]+ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, C: F7 E. @ ?( w+ S7 g8 U& L/ U" Y4 B; ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
y( l7 _) A! B+ pHow you tried to set them free,
+ ^0 h0 l# z3 F$ aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. P# Z, { h8 g3 cPerhaps they never will. |
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