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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # M C# A- m1 b, p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 J* a6 S* l! ^( {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 o, f. A5 }# c6 F$ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 d, n* N# H! q6 T6 b8 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Y. [2 R9 z4 b8 ?$ ]1 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
: S- P7 {& V+ A% ^7 x; ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 O6 F# P5 o: ]- C$ B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( m3 w M! d" H' H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& M* c+ Q' p) X- WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 I e! i( L* U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ b" u' g4 L8 U, o+ F7 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ], h( F' ?6 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 U1 T4 {/ w( B n( Z/ G8 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; L, E$ ]: B, q6 O( O3 ^ c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ]* Y$ _* @' O3 N6 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ?) Z8 T; r, ?" G# K; o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % `7 z. b+ B* o g" @- T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 q) A1 Y( h$ R! E! i$ ]) ~0 M! NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( v9 ^- o1 R8 [5 i- B( xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 z, A7 x$ w$ b* A$ j# HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " j+ C& K4 E" d3 q
0 @- U7 C2 {+ \& z1 L! DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 ?, h5 `3 T0 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 v) f" y3 R& m5 OHow you tried to set them free, 6 O$ N9 }1 O V: M, W# }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 G" a& h9 {+ E) t" i. i3 y w
Perhaps they never will. |
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