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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % b+ ]3 _- m: D" ]3 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 J6 }1 C7 {- \; d( ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& N5 o8 r: T! I, u) ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# c$ A. i4 r- g& g" ]0 `5 n6 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 F8 z6 ?- z- `8 U9 _9 c6 a9 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 `# _/ M6 [' ]$ J THow you tried to set them free,
9 j% K8 ]+ R, ^7 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 h: P- R/ w! J/ }8 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
t2 m: ^( y9 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) o% m. t# `# x& k7 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 ^( F2 v: S9 X- i; y r: SWeathered 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,
% _8 E0 y8 g9 q6 ~) q2 [, GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# `$ [% P+ v8 |* n1 m, e! yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 E, z8 B, T$ K" z5 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
f; T# s# [; C. }& YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 U8 H8 U: l" V$ ^) }" iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 [% S$ Y% l6 l0 n' B( F* N8 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* F2 W' |. w7 s+ H( i# n G( A- K* P/ ?: nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 N; U( j& b" oThe 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, + f/ ?0 p# d4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,5 b0 a p8 {; r1 c+ H
How you tried to set them free, 7 A' c7 U- r$ `% a
They would not listen they're not listening still, : j7 S0 k+ h) h _- z
Perhaps they never will. |
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