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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 \" g# l# R2 Z8 ^" M6 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : S6 ]1 O' M2 @: }" q/ j& N( f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 c. `5 A( _8 n! ^3 `8 d$ m7 L4 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' h2 V/ ^1 [7 [7 A/ O+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& n% W( A0 a0 g& l) I# P* zHow you suffered for you sanity,
* T# }4 M, X% sHow you tried to set them free,
: |* v7 }6 S' S2 A. fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" P: t+ h9 A0 y4 c7 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 L& h5 S% l5 ^, D/ c/ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 B: \* K. B3 o/ S5 h) u r+ Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 |! x/ h4 J* [# P) R" J7 `- r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ]# S, }* R& V/ N2 _- }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * o S# j5 A/ R) W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 _$ c6 c/ c7 p {- b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " p- P. @ C7 N; V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* |! k4 g( L# S1 R$ N, `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' z Q( U3 s3 w6 t) W W" t
/ j' V4 _2 y/ q/ O& kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, m! K( R( [) M: p9 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ?, V3 `4 f4 n; GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Q6 X* w& \1 v# b9 Q" Q( \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" E5 k$ f8 e9 l1 _6 {3 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 ~& t3 Z" r" E: O, M8 O) v' `2 p% {# ~# Q
How you suffered for you sanity,, n# J* n1 ` I4 ~
How you tried to set them free,
* A' X2 i; |9 |, ]7 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 d1 C: U0 ~9 aPerhaps they never will. |
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