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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 a q5 I1 I6 F2 N/ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' y; ^/ H# y3 s% q7 J/ I9 L$ JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 i/ T$ V* L! I' }# u- NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + a: X- |& \4 q- m% s3 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 x( V* t4 i3 }3 n/ i, p, e. M0 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
& X& E3 S# ]# c! \" ZHow you tried to set them free,
6 f& F7 S/ a; X7 K! t4 R7 s6 s# ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! L" S$ ^1 C8 g O# _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) m3 h2 t9 [. u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Q! `& X, ]9 I9 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 }3 T. |: b& x+ N# c; _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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^5 s5 r' Y* h& c/ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ?& A& o* N0 Q% t& f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 L: {5 A7 |+ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 N/ N7 o6 Z) K. ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ q) b( i# Z# {8 o3 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * F( w7 X7 S8 |* ?6 M* \% p3 ]
( I2 [! ?) t% |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 G. C( p* Q% x. z' l X: ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - T# h" m4 I1 v1 H; _4 D, ]5 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . b$ y, C/ `+ l+ t
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,
3 w7 X( C( h7 R$ H( x+ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ V4 @1 Y& m1 OHow you tried to set them free,
$ `4 i4 i Q/ n! Z: S2 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( r, g. _: q3 |. TPerhaps they never will. |
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