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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + E7 m7 O0 P2 R W7 H- x7 q7 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% Z; J/ h3 x* f% K1 |* ]6 M: D' f% YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 Z% t. L- X; {2 ~2 D9 l. n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ @3 R: y) u; e7 C" L t; ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 K& j& y; m! z+ BHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 N+ v6 O, t& n6 @+ i' V! Z- Q
How you tried to set them free,
c7 X9 B' N& H* T/ Y( z: ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 R+ n1 {' U R, K( s# r; {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 B2 A. E e/ E: O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) L+ D$ J- a( J4 v* `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* |; O% t3 S ?. H2 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( s4 _5 Y/ G, k% t/ F5 M- }
2 R/ I2 Q+ g5 a* D5 p$ R: sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; Q/ B5 B3 ?# w$ t' D' g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 b7 C4 N* N8 p. Y2 Z9 T- x6 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% M1 d% ?4 W$ I9 p4 WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 e0 }/ u+ Y% y) \$ H- v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " k+ j( s/ a4 d1 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # M8 k4 E$ g L" @& Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 r# p" ?' d$ z4 M$ q! ~! s5 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ~+ S* x' V+ P2 ?! m) D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; ]' ~- H+ O$ A; B1 [& h, m2 U9 k9 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # q, I7 L& D. ~# X2 z: o& ]3 K$ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 w& l0 @ W6 D4 ^: ]0 D6 WHow you tried to set them free,
; n. t p# [3 b4 H. bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ j* {/ U$ c, ]9 N0 I# I5 LPerhaps they never will. |
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