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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 P- C+ {& r" R4 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - c8 m5 G7 {; g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 N, [0 g1 [" s# a9 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 _2 D8 ]6 o: Q: D& T7 y2 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me, M# p: C" Z8 {1 s6 q2 }
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 `% s' A& ]& s3 P
How you tried to set them free, " W: n, V- k! s& r( _/ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ?* }" [" K: `1 R, X8 X' w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & D/ ?! y0 s0 i. a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 H: `* p' H6 d6 P0 F% _6 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# D h2 y7 e+ P; c+ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 l) l. Y+ T6 e0 s( wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" }+ s0 S9 Q0 R! LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ I9 ^5 p7 `. O9 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . P3 L! ~! l+ I+ O1 I; K6 y& ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 j; a8 J8 \7 _7 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / t9 L0 }0 E2 f& e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ?. U3 n1 d% {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 r2 O3 C4 D, q# g0 F6 v2 i* r! G7 L
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, $ b" s% k: F7 M* Y7 l4 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
# h" C8 `+ V' _# P9 |6 wHow you tried to set them free,
2 J1 O: X# ?4 o- {3 H, X# z, e( bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ A% s* m* ~& x) qPerhaps they never will. |
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