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; k$ w5 f! E" f/ C, Y5 m9 ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" j5 ~1 }4 [/ J) X3 m MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 S1 a" F7 I: c9 V& y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
t1 D0 v1 s. Z% XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( s! M- R( R R1 @$ L/ b$ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Y4 {+ p9 t2 i u0 E4 o2 e. qHow you suffered for you sanity, ( j: q' {$ x7 |+ n3 @9 A$ j
How you tried to set them free,
' h, I+ b( h4 H/ c |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 B$ ^. s/ R5 T2 @$ X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - C# R2 {$ j& H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& z" Z0 G" v4 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, s$ r& w/ I9 J4 Z! u5 v- dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# n% P* z8 m* F& M6 P* @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) @0 R& Q7 e' b. Q( J& W/ U9 v. S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 D6 }2 e6 N5 R9 i" x# N! f; KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 p# k7 ~; m/ E5 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 D/ E) M9 S1 y/ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! y. j2 i& ^: {& o6 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- G2 K7 G5 g7 s- oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 S: ]+ @. _( u' l8 I# E- n, PThe 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, + S' s3 G; X3 L- ]/ q% [: u \0 K
How you suffered for you sanity,* }9 I: V- D3 T6 w
How you tried to set them free, & u( r) v5 Z. t. K8 N; P' r% m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) v" n5 U! h+ X7 x# @ q5 DPerhaps they never will. |
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