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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 n+ e F: h0 D7 B# BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 O- ~2 A" t- }1 K0 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' `* n: y" s7 h. [1 G7 s4 K: C+ J4 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 T. ~$ h }1 }9 H7 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: l9 Z, o6 H1 }2 A" D }How you suffered for you sanity,
- Y7 j5 R; i$ _, M. n- Y/ |7 rHow you tried to set them free, 6 T+ h" n2 `9 L5 z( I" t* P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# e! t5 j7 K- NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) }& q, h O! t% J3 ]2 ~: ^% n% P3 x1 F$ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 J8 U: v8 w$ [& D. Z) yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 g: x" V4 g8 P$ m5 e. j1 {% P. X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 T' H, J: V* M- RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# g" {4 \7 g& O+ [( B% AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! q) p6 n! J8 C, {" ^4 A2 e- VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ~3 I2 N8 B) T$ u8 X1 R9 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* Q A8 Z; G: @/ s5 c8 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; o5 K; v ]/ S) y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 R0 R8 Y: t' n- h/ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : y9 L v- J$ N+ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, C# \+ k0 n9 c: S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & _6 f- o+ J) L4 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! E# L1 s2 r( W9 ]$ oHow you suffered for you sanity,% E$ f/ O! T: T9 c) O
How you tried to set them free,
4 X4 v* Z9 N zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 b& N: ^' @ a2 |Perhaps they never will. |
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