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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ M- A9 G8 E6 N3 x/ [( ?- N/ ~3 @/ ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, {9 b1 O6 y8 e6 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 i; T m+ ?( B2 L9 r% l# v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) q8 t% h# q5 H5 E- }7 h8 i0 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, |! a" u( k. E5 a2 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
# F7 G. g C2 w% l2 MHow you tried to set them free, 9 p4 J+ n) `& ?3 n- @0 g9 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
p$ _# i0 S& J/ F' nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' X! X3 K/ W' P% h* W8 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' c& O8 h# e \/ N+ p1 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 Y3 P f3 M# s- B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" q. _2 j/ Z) E) O$ J( Z, k3 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . b. ~1 E2 G4 v. m, |3 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. T. C( U4 n$ j1 g) `3 ]0 j, I6 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 t1 Y% Y2 m$ {. a# P! `1 S2 i$ {But I could have told you, Vincent,
) i7 P+ g& X) S1 G3 o) N/ g9 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . |( g1 T3 Z: d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * {) C+ ]% [1 [# i0 C3 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 M+ b0 P2 k( \; [5 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # S, B+ A3 G/ T! ^* Q! W
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~3 n; r) n- X& J6 ?How you tried to set them free,
& x( n3 b7 G' q# H4 I: nThey would not listen they're not listening still, & Y G/ R" r* J
Perhaps they never will. |
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