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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 C* Y1 A. G7 C. ?* k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# y8 g4 q" }8 e6 M% X/ X, k4 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, W$ p8 L1 h/ h K# g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: X8 X7 a9 G9 g1 I5 Z3 {1 m; \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- p) n9 Y$ o8 @" B% g: U& X5 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 w. o5 | T7 ?. X% c" ]
How you tried to set them free, 6 A( Q1 R& x8 x: ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 E/ ~2 u8 O. r" e9 H: a- q: ]2 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ `4 g2 g1 q2 i8 e" i3 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ?4 V( F6 z/ `% [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. R; K" P5 A6 m* bWeathered 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, 3 j9 d5 K; h# |4 ?& q/ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , {- ?, T. F) D' W% y5 L% ] Z. }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 M; b0 S4 \9 \& c K( R0 i8 E- S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 a5 `: A' t6 b) }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! `6 g e6 Q2 N p8 O$ T& H; X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - s; a5 |- Z+ P/ _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ]# A i- f5 E1 q+ u+ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 {' }9 d: p sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; {( @, P4 ?4 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 |( S d3 N) f% Y" E* V
How you suffered for you sanity,
! F; ]: a6 g* L8 W* C( U5 DHow you tried to set them free,
/ p! q/ j6 f6 b. N) ^% hThey would not listen they're not listening still, + @$ A' O' a7 A; I' S
Perhaps they never will. |
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