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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- h+ F# f4 b7 [4 j- L5 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " }% f2 e) J5 Z& e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 a: y# a$ D$ C3 t' Q/ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , t! z) z8 R+ |# w. Z" [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 l/ _7 U6 @% u( Z# C
How you suffered for you sanity,
- ^2 I3 w% d. F# ?' V7 E# g ~How you tried to set them free,
1 {! D: V9 O+ J3 y8 e) _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 N- |& P7 G' D7 C8 `" I8 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 o% c1 i6 y# T. g: `( L0 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! d2 i) |9 S$ p% w5 Q, I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 l0 V1 K% g. X: `" W2 Y6 @. h
Weathered 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,
+ ~. N# k y' V$ yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# R/ L3 }: i4 q" T( M6 }0 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ~% k2 _0 N7 q) A* x. h4 ?6 t9 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 y: S6 Z# Q# Q( C; QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 E4 F" H! {# g0 [( AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A$ U" {5 x7 B+ K6 g. p& v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. A, O4 ?( P& N1 k7 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Z& }* z/ [. I3 E2 v. K% qThe 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,
2 g% x# D1 B' dHow you suffered for you sanity," L& C1 |" `1 c* b' j
How you tried to set them free, ! k/ }' V! g; E! C0 |3 h* y/ p4 U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* ?# o) O G7 B% E* p" L* CPerhaps they never will. |
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