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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ C$ D# e* O/ V6 R9 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : A7 Z4 N o" E& t9 M/ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. F9 K. T* N. ?2 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 N2 p. ?6 M$ s$ T( o3 ~# }3 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 d+ H! `4 `( {3 ~) n
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 D6 A- L3 \% o3 [0 p$ G$ `/ C
How you tried to set them free,
: k- y4 `! I* G6 v6 L( V5 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. g+ y1 J! D2 m8 T+ ~# o. @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; I; {, P( U+ R' F% Q2 D4 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 F/ n; p: V) ]! g! uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
G' c* x q; UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 K( ]; }! k- L1 U8 P( L2 y
! i' a' _' |: e! HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! J- j, G: m& d3 V0 S. K; f& AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& ?/ D( K9 j; i" U- @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 H X3 T* Z( b3 h/ m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' }- R% p) F* k. J# dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 n. u# E2 J2 n5 ~) {6 j3 L3 G3 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 C8 G1 |4 r7 M, l6 n) x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 W5 }7 G; ~' s6 k: kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* A. l" c) V; V# z0 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ~, s1 G/ P4 e* `. P2 o
! F- a- L5 }( Z h: T, G! P1 N2 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ o+ Y, o# @* X& h. sHow you suffered for you sanity,
( S" z" o$ I! g7 ]6 oHow you tried to set them free,
" ]7 {* s: L, D; |) }2 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- o6 v8 l7 U/ H5 Y) L* LPerhaps they never will. |
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