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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % h# k/ u% D; F+ e) `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 g2 k3 c7 A, K: w C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 _* D, r) }, t$ F) `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 d% w, W) r2 `3 A$ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& N+ I$ O" ~ i! \
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z. ^. M/ ^+ ?9 k3 cHow you tried to set them free,
& O% N1 u( x0 q0 r9 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- r$ j0 _5 m, L; o! `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; J7 [6 D$ o8 s+ z# E6 U0 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W, z) S4 Z% ]% F; f. z' m3 B' D |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# r( f. O- L2 o/ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% g; B2 `& H! N: D4 w) ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 J: }/ D/ e. }5 o, [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ k4 J* @) U4 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 p+ @' Y1 a% [0 B6 w8 x/ X- y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" e& Y3 ^: G$ h+ v4 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # R9 G# o* }% F
- ^+ c3 ~% E2 f/ M l& r8 N iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + s3 G( P5 J1 C! B! ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 q- O2 F- m, ]3 O( M/ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 a- H2 O5 X! I# B; r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , p; W& o. L7 | t T
" }* b. p- U4 f" ^; Y0 l8 t: w; TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ I, G2 z7 {; Y& ~8 [6 X/ x5 @
How you suffered for you sanity,! l9 e: M; d% R. A. s; e6 t: A: `
How you tried to set them free, 9 ~9 J! M) k0 g! V- `3 c R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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