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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 \3 V3 D/ d' D2 n, C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% o- m0 j0 B$ G9 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 q; A( Q6 w9 S, w) C4 J$ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) |$ C+ o9 `/ O7 \6 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) d0 }* i6 N* S; ^; }" e3 P$ T8 O. m' I
How you suffered for you sanity,
M, h _, P+ J5 D; T0 I. ~How you tried to set them free,
6 t' e" y0 Q( Y) ?4 N# sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! e; k- A5 \9 n) ~3 K5 G$ A) x' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , H7 c& D+ H5 P, |0 P8 H: z5 j: F0 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% m& t" W2 D% ?/ K5 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ~% [2 {- X' r: F5 E }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / N8 u/ R& Y$ g' y
4 R. V; c/ P# |" w9 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! o7 m! K' S! _/ S& u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * M5 l2 A4 E8 J9 ?* @. G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- Q' q8 P3 ^. {' Y2 r4 U& QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 C6 T! V/ Z+ m5 h4 u4 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 a4 Y; h8 J: v5 W# A% N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 E9 p3 a; B, i: Q9 \) m' WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ w: O) F, E9 d& AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - x& c& w: ] m; ^6 H$ d6 V ]
4 a5 _, {" l* k, c) oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 S/ K1 Q8 i8 N9 `! pHow you suffered for you sanity,9 D2 }9 N- @+ _- s
How you tried to set them free,
& p' M3 X! g7 }7 P8 u/ GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 w$ t: x2 l: r( tPerhaps they never will. |
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