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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) D2 s R- J3 K5 v) z" G- GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 O) V6 x0 H0 N7 ]& qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# H& M0 X A* x$ D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 v) m5 a9 \! H1 D# H! \/ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! W% T. t/ g4 m8 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
! `8 M; r4 ?4 E1 q& KHow you tried to set them free,
2 B1 u' [5 l" J8 j, Y% L# nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 V. ^& b% L+ z) Q# o) g, @3 T, ~( J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; h+ P+ F" m& b+ M) y3 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& B, J* g. O, W- w. i5 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 q, X. W- E7 q2 z+ {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 [8 @; R# J4 t* y9 E
4 q9 i+ X8 B* q6 P7 F# M* Y$ MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 H1 Z, Q/ b% r7 U, m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 }9 h$ a8 A2 |8 n0 E7 i( oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ?) d0 U' z! z3 X# Q7 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 i V [% N! U! @. A) UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ Y: A7 t5 p3 q4 Q* lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 @/ Q: B# T* k# A+ F2 f9 y7 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 N" e" T1 Z H! v( ]. p& z, r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* P# P% k( y+ u) ?( A9 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) g+ r# A5 n8 a& P- ?
) }: u- X }2 i/ G' ?- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 x d( W J6 i [7 dHow you suffered for you sanity,/ a# @/ s, m# | N
How you tried to set them free,
+ E# u' Q# T5 K! y- _. Z) RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( j; t, Y9 ~- Q1 ePerhaps they never will. |
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