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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, F4 _, ^; j1 N! A- m+ ^' D; l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' H- b, v/ r3 Q t: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Z" c) L0 I& ^0 r/ _8 @3 T+ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: V" k7 T0 X# Z5 `/ k* wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ Z y" K) @* nHow you suffered for you sanity,
- p) H0 z3 C. i9 lHow you tried to set them free,
# ?$ f* p: ^+ A) Q( l/ I+ tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( l; x; [2 `+ m9 e- J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : B2 y* E8 u, a$ Q6 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . w( _/ I6 ]* m( E: Z/ J" v4 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 b0 n& g2 }: U/ _9 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " ?. i' _# V. s' G2 M& O
4 N. r9 j. x" k* d# o9 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : W+ Q/ a5 d1 B2 _) L& O; w _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
g' V8 ^9 K z- T5 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, / t1 W5 H; i9 D# V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 m* A( P3 O5 ?% V) \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: A2 a7 b, b4 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' A) t3 [* B# C3 U* Y/ Y% b& `7 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; J) D5 Y# z5 A5 g6 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; C7 K% u: n5 Q5 z- yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " \& Q3 I, O0 h. G' L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 q2 k8 U4 l1 _$ V- j, EHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 e& Y5 h6 A, g/ T6 ^5 V6 `% ^1 B3 vHow you tried to set them free, 8 s1 Q& J5 } T) {1 f7 L9 F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' D' W% ^" E8 ^0 g+ f, K- w! r9 IPerhaps they never will. |
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