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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 o& D7 {" o7 Q1 O9 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ e# W" D q2 P1 k) O8 `7 p- [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Z6 K2 o: |% E) O7 Q7 f2 H; SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 r4 D. N$ }# b9 U: e4 t- o8 ~8 B# _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 L5 A8 w2 n- ?; _How you suffered for you sanity,
, C$ Z; y. a6 P/ W2 @+ WHow you tried to set them free, ) h- ^6 v& t% ?) ^8 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! c5 c5 [% M7 b5 R2 U& [' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) a' O: [6 y7 i4 B6 W7 |5 V- S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 H- f' v8 e. l$ [/ b( B! S. GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' J! B6 K$ l2 X3 n2 Y- o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 G( H, L* `8 A) q) V; t, i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Y# l# Z( m" g1 z' @% P" n ^( LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 q8 X9 _6 b% f7 H4 J( _' @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. s' ?0 q) K) OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 h3 r2 _4 Q: d7 R, d0 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& j1 `& v+ c& ?2 _' SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. b, O' s% S8 w6 C0 h; x$ XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# `% ?& u6 d! K: L7 c# f7 W2 E# zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, z) ?/ n% L, d* H# `/ l/ J. J% d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - i) z9 }; Y+ n- V
' j# a. M c( [' @. e g5 Z* uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , n5 A8 C5 C K# H0 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 L2 U* S/ z3 L" j: dHow you tried to set them free, ' m6 H/ a# H' s% Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ^ U7 O0 q: r: T. S; F( k- l2 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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