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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! `6 E7 Z+ q3 k0 F4 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' w- B. c# |3 @8 D6 F8 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: i8 o. L& M5 W$ |; ]2 O% h3 [& V$ T' N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 G" L9 _: ]4 T) u0 O: s2 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" U$ R* w/ ~+ \& T& uHow you suffered for you sanity,
& y0 m# R5 |+ F4 bHow you tried to set them free,
0 i6 q' Q! [% ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Y$ s& H q F5 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - l0 S5 z% s, m A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ~( C0 H0 R# t$ H. P9 R0 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! g& h% m6 j1 D2 l2 E: fWeathered 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,
- W2 h( E! h6 _( t' f$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& C! |3 j- s. y2 P) ?! _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 D7 z4 N2 y& N) [; w7 c) nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& a! ?6 Y5 E/ d( K2 U4 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 \ A' Q* H! x) O4 k$ u% y
; b2 B6 I0 x; B3 N( k. V* N# ?; fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 e: {+ Y" y. z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 p# L0 Y! u( A7 V' J+ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : U( C7 l* C7 K+ {. v( _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; p0 s7 j, a1 g" A: D5 \6 ^1 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 U2 i9 a/ B8 B( A* V% `" w' pHow you suffered for you sanity,* H7 H, w& S9 X) b# }
How you tried to set them free, @ d0 g/ c$ d# B
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 y$ G1 }4 }! ?" ^8 V) e% b; k
Perhaps they never will. |
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