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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) D9 C3 g# o) i$ p8 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 i, n8 H- O& O3 I) ]" E) lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 d0 M8 f2 M* i+ ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % S k6 c$ i: |1 R( W4 L: z) h+ M% g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ M6 J6 I q- c4 G5 BHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 g! h9 c2 S% m r s V, W+ K
How you tried to set them free, 7 D! @3 S* I# |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! H8 h% C& y# R/ s# O8 K9 t% qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( [; @; s, V, RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 ]+ h' s) A" P# b0 C' l1 O' kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , {* Z8 S1 L) ~% q; A
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,
+ |' N7 a% f) B1 \/ M2 s/ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 |+ p6 w1 g8 T8 p2 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, u3 V: l/ T3 c( ^* `8 s- \; v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 g! }: K ~/ J# d. ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 w( E3 e6 _) i _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' Q/ y8 Q) h! R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 r$ C, P* F8 U1 Y5 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 W* [; ~5 h1 u$ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : S2 a3 U) Q* M8 S$ M0 T. m0 H, j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 H' M2 z- `! S7 G' j2 `: {
How you suffered for you sanity,5 D7 V& K6 I0 h% ^& T* u
How you tried to set them free, 0 O( r& E( y9 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 I3 a; k/ |, o. N, APerhaps they never will. |
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