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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 C7 n2 ?. [: j0 Z% FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ d. Q7 m, E2 c$ G+ B. _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 J5 s, R1 f" GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ O' I& z0 D- j( h( vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* y: ]! u% H! ?1 e5 u7 _8 \How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ^3 M& U$ ]) ~0 I' T. q9 KHow you tried to set them free,
1 I' P* q" v: _+ t: LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 G7 ]( v6 D8 o! ?% U2 P: ]+ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 z+ k( ~( W- @; M0 d0 R( l0 Y0 L ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 M8 u) P$ n. h# O; r7 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 v7 S- {4 z2 C, z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 W- i* K Z: X' \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( r( }! H4 b; c0 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . {( O: L" i! a$ h
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ \1 D2 \9 y* T1 U! K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + p5 f. m0 Q& \8 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : l$ S- |# N& Z( z# w$ _2 D) _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: J' \1 _- h3 u; I$ m3 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f7 m$ d$ M% E3 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) P( R$ d" F. t4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,$ ]! M4 X' k: F) p& w! \
How you tried to set them free, * P, j7 B' R0 H/ W: S& X
They would not listen they're not listening still, : |* M6 W+ `* A+ A
Perhaps they never will. |
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