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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# C" C7 z2 a6 x- K5 j \' ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& p" J/ q/ ?, L3 `$ |" EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! W. {' m! J# |9 S. f8 j0 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- _7 @* m8 n1 }! Y7 g" Y: c! GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& U+ G+ f6 S6 x6 J( U- bHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^6 f; A/ V N) \7 Q EHow you tried to set them free, 0 {! E. @5 ?4 f* ^$ N( x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # C: O$ A+ x/ P+ |0 I. M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 o. [' R. d9 h) ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ q2 Z: Y6 h/ C! k* {0 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , M `& Z% K0 d7 y3 d. e) }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 Y$ W( k% w/ w& T* u2 z5 N+ v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 y9 P. Y+ ?, X6 }8 F* P3 u! ?$ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! B) b! ^8 }/ e( g/ g, Y+ m7 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% I5 m/ b( {6 |9 J( h& m, NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! d5 m6 {# u0 M4 s
% x2 d) x3 E3 t: Q( ?0 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ` C; R6 Z& P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- L. f; t+ e9 K! ^/ l. o) z7 ]) a, uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' T/ s: A8 m$ l; G- DThe 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,
: g& K* t% m, |* [$ G7 Q/ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
) n- Z* Y1 k# i# |( CHow you tried to set them free, / [ v' A: P* z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! Y, g; j I" d: n r+ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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