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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ I7 c4 d/ N z7 b+ X, E$ c5 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . X0 Z+ }+ {6 J$ n' r5 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- W" g" P9 j: ~8 O% t+ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 a9 F# S/ ^, n& I! t1 w. eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, y& e* I& C2 v8 }! w1 p K
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 t1 A; Y0 m; O8 S2 t
How you tried to set them free, ; i$ @1 z2 C5 M5 |! C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ }& M: u7 ?6 r( o% G+ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! r5 s, E1 D: i8 q6 C* q8 l+ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . A9 r+ J8 W( B$ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # d' d) M1 {/ \ t. [6 v( |2 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . t$ C- ~5 Q5 m9 i6 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! ~ i' H3 K. G, E% u6 g& cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & G$ E' x6 v7 I) B8 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 r! Q/ c$ s! {* S+ u# @But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 J* B! j9 P. IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 _8 h/ t, X {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 a# x0 w }) y0 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 {7 ^) h7 s% g0 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / K( E" Y6 h& K8 i9 w- m; q7 x$ Z
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,
! z" N' h, V* w' CHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 S% y" P/ ^( x! Q+ U4 t$ c( \How you tried to set them free, 7 r4 Z/ o* v8 l/ j+ `& t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* B" |7 F4 V* ?6 Z1 Z+ ^! hPerhaps they never will. |
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