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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ T5 H5 q' j8 w7 k9 D8 Y6 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# W) d( _5 L/ G4 u( m! A/ F: c# yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 |4 D! k5 k# D* _$ M j; B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; t, _8 o; ^& `$ {) c; j" DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 r- \2 j3 v, V9 h* S
How you suffered for you sanity, # p- E; Z& s' p$ R
How you tried to set them free,
c1 k$ o6 u1 O8 i+ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; _. a+ Z& T$ S4 b7 _% i4 \ j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 `' y2 _$ `* d( K" V- ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % C8 N8 V# X$ Z- B6 T0 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, x0 d6 b) s' w# MWeathered 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, 1 P' v2 y- y2 f8 O0 i0 D/ h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ G5 Y2 `/ t, D1 c5 |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ d; e6 K* ?; [; w& EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 {" `- @/ ] w3 _; K; JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 N y7 e# C, A {( s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 n4 ~6 O, K8 `0 e# R7 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / f0 e( f8 G: b+ r$ P
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,
) B1 h' W K1 `! |/ E% ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
r, }9 t+ { `' ] P2 QHow you tried to set them free, 9 @" L/ n4 t/ y9 y3 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, , `2 _. L. ]$ i- o: B3 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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