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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 D- B9 D/ \ a2 x. xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * Y. _9 t% H) A# ~9 u d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, Q2 Y5 {; [, w1 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 s9 ?# F) I" a, w3 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 G; n0 n; n# J5 THow you suffered for you sanity,
, m6 ^7 H5 W5 hHow you tried to set them free, + ?7 G5 \: |5 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , R0 L3 a* s5 q4 }9 y4 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ]$ g( C {$ c7 m( b: y6 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( F7 B. n. F3 r0 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Y) z. H: `; t: N# J9 }5 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 U; I/ ^8 d! { a& g/ y7 Y; p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 e1 Y3 |! ?+ `( L9 m, y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & m! \( Y- w* o8 X0 U; I: K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ^' @2 Y9 n1 Z0 o' `: JBut I could have told you, Vincent, , t9 R, j3 X7 q9 q6 {" q, `. E8 i* O! y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( }+ K7 l) g: W: Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% U, h6 |. F& l' h0 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ L9 r( f) G, h/ U" @8 E0 f5 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" x- R2 [+ X% j# r- r5 O$ Z6 u7 NThe 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,
/ T0 S1 C2 V) J( a0 x, v2 V' r ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
x! Y3 i$ T6 H+ XHow you tried to set them free,
! f; ~* O2 r' f4 ?2 u+ fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, s. M7 ?8 F5 d' T1 D7 SPerhaps they never will. |
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