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0 S7 e0 Y& g. J' b* A& p# lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( G7 C7 [) E! O) V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * d3 [; X2 p, b/ |5 a c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 X1 t' p7 u/ N0 l8 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" h, X0 g [* ?" GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 o, B4 e9 q$ g L6 PHow you suffered for you sanity, ) C0 ?/ L5 @; }* W# G+ C
How you tried to set them free, 2 @# O' @$ G: A( t: }9 c k+ j$ e& [3 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, c+ b0 }, ~0 e% t5 s. V( F3 h; jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % B; e L. I% q7 H% R! i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " |! D1 X& B1 g2 ]# H3 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 D. m C' T1 C- k0 U" B3 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Q# R4 p$ B4 P4 q" k2 M
( ?" G" [- x' w2 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; D. w4 ^; s+ F: g- \) W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ~ s2 s+ c aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " }; ~5 Q4 a; ]) J& t6 | c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( V: y v T* `0 W& ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- N1 J/ d+ N( Z) U, E8 z$ {( zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 j" U8 K0 y7 v3 z' z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ M; T" O. ^5 l; [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) M+ E& u; g r) R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - c9 X+ z) f0 W1 `* P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' d" u$ M% X7 }How you suffered for you sanity,# g7 j. f& I) }# A/ b$ I
How you tried to set them free, 6 i' p2 O$ t7 ` N) X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 R, R* d3 q- p0 {$ [8 vPerhaps they never will. |
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