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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 a: g6 d7 W/ a, r' k% V5 M2 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; s+ F+ J' R5 D. T# A5 o% w* s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 M2 D! t3 m& @- L7 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 f: W5 H7 M0 m2 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* D9 \! v* Y$ ]* p4 j2 F3 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Z# |; u/ Z; a$ }- ~How you tried to set them free, 5 t$ M' q) c$ c" E& p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 R0 Z0 Z/ u# a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
}6 c* P% c# U% j wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ V8 b) n* g3 n! V9 _0 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 C5 [# r1 w) X B* PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ^) s+ s8 a& M. x
( y2 x5 v1 F$ l. S* QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' o% m* x; H9 H0 O) u6 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , x: w Q: m! R$ b1 Z" ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n! p4 |; E% g# [" c8 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, % \; E" P7 \2 I; i$ `, N! m6 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 a- k8 F8 q7 i: J9 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& H0 Y! `9 |4 ]9 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . `; C$ K, L; J9 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 y& Q- H$ ~- T0 x. _/ { e; B( d: s
+ @+ l$ G1 C3 \( E7 a/ mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ Z% Z L& A4 t2 y; x$ E# cHow you suffered for you sanity,4 T# g' s/ t7 O7 f% O- q9 M
How you tried to set them free,
( T5 r" H- D8 j) p% [: Q3 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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