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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . H8 x; C/ H/ b& F7 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ^' q" V) r* q' v. r; Z; jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
F# a+ G' z5 Y6 m YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 @3 D! Q: Z& M9 D9 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! X" o. W: S) E! g6 v1 v3 l: U; B
How you suffered for you sanity,
! J( z; v; `; G9 G% @How you tried to set them free, ) K* E1 a6 A9 U" T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' I2 q4 E* w% S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & z0 y5 W* q" X, Z( K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ N( k$ K4 ?9 G' V/ I2 J/ g. nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- P) [7 O( y3 w3 B: f/ kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * I; L1 G2 D% B( P5 E7 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ]* X; s a: W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 C7 Y; Y7 _4 d3 g* N( q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 Q2 l3 f$ u$ {8 t2 }, XBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 }. I% g1 |* L$ V2 h3 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 m/ q0 C; L4 a7 Z/ v1 O5 s2 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; u" u% N ~( @) X, Y/ \1 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ^8 K9 d9 e% g1 r: O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - s2 |7 ^7 K: E5 m! Z( e8 a' F! K. [
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,
/ z5 ~; X, W0 a t" SHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ Z4 k( f, o2 c. eHow you tried to set them free, # f* j1 j+ j0 I9 `0 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, , @9 x/ I, A7 d. n: ^" v/ Q0 }# y/ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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