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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 c/ d: G1 K6 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' B/ j2 l* c: w4 v8 b/ ], RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# }* ?# O* I. B1 k* D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " J7 q5 x- c1 b0 k I$ x' R6 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# p: p5 Z2 T2 h1 [) J
How you suffered for you sanity, : G) b6 l, {+ B; x. P4 r
How you tried to set them free, ' [9 e: l' d# b, L4 {! h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( N2 b. k6 g: }2 ~+ C/ q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , r( a4 @- ~' X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; j, E. i5 X+ ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( I6 @" l D0 ~6 [6 J' c2 J
Weathered 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, ' {9 F! d. C, h' T4 ?/ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , k% c/ s' `; [8 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' X4 {9 l& P' H! R9 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 P) T! E" J" {$ p% r9 i6 }! V- yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * L5 Q! V: G7 P9 q9 I5 Y2 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ?$ J" ]6 z0 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . k: ~+ Y9 R) ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( u- N6 O) y/ \4 n' qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & f! l& o1 k/ \ j" c; X
' V7 v' U6 v# ?0 x4 n5 W6 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 i! q$ [8 u7 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
S! L( j; @) L+ THow you tried to set them free, 6 \) {# q# E5 R) r+ ^2 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 T3 s$ w* g* i( p
Perhaps they never will. |
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