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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + c- E. j1 x7 n5 s8 K/ F# w3 B/ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ~8 r' T& c: T" lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ w' [' T$ m. t+ b2 G, KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- f) L# F( ~! D6 W Q: iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 E" E' @5 |* XHow you suffered for you sanity,
. W1 G4 {. g$ A4 r- v& H) T* E4 wHow you tried to set them free, / E+ o6 k: X. _" w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ R2 Z( {# l: g& j. b. OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! h% R; }. ~" P1 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : b! a7 ]7 d8 h+ [3 f8 N) w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 B( E9 w2 I |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - B" F6 x* q* b; D' Y* \+ H7 i2 a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ^, c; t) R3 K: c* G k( e" p9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 D; f5 F, Z4 X# r' ~' HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; H1 a x y( p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) g( _7 U8 [1 u$ R0 g3 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 B- s, }; ]. s2 l* _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . s* d4 I; b$ h6 m6 T1 p' e1 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 G$ x! |3 s" L4 b( B3 r& u3 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; l. P" H/ L4 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & r: ]7 [5 F' Q( Z
% Y& c; Y b* e% Q% WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) b! F! L. t$ d& b' Z& n" z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ @/ l! J" k0 }) e& D! z* v3 S& |How you tried to set them free, 7 F9 I4 t6 e" ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) o) ?3 M: O; J7 H) W, k! f4 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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