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3 [5 c8 e2 T8 E# f4 J/ C8 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / c6 J7 i8 i+ E/ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * s$ u+ t1 a K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( p! r6 ? Q$ }9 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# [4 D2 @: j' n( ]. X( r A: l* XNow I understand what you tried to say to me, O- R M% |/ G1 g! J( @
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ d0 @# G) U- |4 WHow you tried to set them free, : j" w: n$ z0 R9 O) }8 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ c2 P6 Z7 k! Z# g& U8 A/ eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Y: u3 b6 s# ^2 Z7 A2 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 k; O5 t9 f- Y* `+ A; f9 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' D w2 o0 q- XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ^" v1 |4 ^) Z& g" U D+ b
0 i7 @% k) `, B+ TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 X/ G/ p o3 G& W5 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, B0 e: h1 T9 ^1 i4 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # D+ a6 i& n3 _5 l$ I2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, n& L, D7 G0 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' T) F, Y3 ]) H9 ~" _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + {- @+ ]8 n" Z8 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y0 F# R/ p8 P8 A! Q4 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 w% d1 R5 R4 S( |/ H" g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ?; [$ e! s' M, E% h* f* u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 U! U8 R8 w n& k9 V0 k) EHow you suffered for you sanity,
, M% T/ ~: [, H6 S) S4 \How you tried to set them free, ( V' X- k8 n( ?. f! ]3 ~) ]2 g/ N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 k7 X; |( C; e- m: }& H% I
Perhaps they never will. |
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