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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ f3 n- I7 b6 `% l7 l2 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 u" k- b. m% p& uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 W! R. W5 f% Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) N6 N% J+ F( Z; {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Y- n: }( x0 r* p( P0 w2 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
* X# k, e% F# yHow you tried to set them free, 5 J* d3 j# J4 D- p8 T, m; E7 s4 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 s9 O, ^) S. W+ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 h' |8 C. w9 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : W# s, B* O3 p; ^, ^- S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( D/ |( E! n* k! Z0 T0 b+ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ~4 x9 z: A) ~+ E7 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . }& S( l' T+ P- X2 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 |% |4 x% N3 r1 o; R5 D, ?: sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 y2 P! O+ n3 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* R6 ~" n1 N) E) H6 K) d# uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' _# X5 ?1 {% n$ o$ T$ j6 U1 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 V" a& j6 L4 J% U) C% p9 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& i5 F4 |1 J( \: v; Z3 P0 j6 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; I4 b3 `3 e' r6 [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& ?3 s l. h8 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
: l" y8 `) T' S9 | b1 rHow you tried to set them free,
3 n4 z/ r# q. \* \8 F3 w, MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 j6 S* A/ L2 \2 G6 r9 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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