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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ~1 d3 d2 k5 G- \, KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- N( B( r h1 o! s z+ @' RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ?8 ~" ?: e: y; P3 r0 D& @6 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. c- c h, S* |5 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' \6 M' c. F! hHow you suffered for you sanity, % `- g5 c7 R4 P8 N0 B: G) e& g
How you tried to set them free,
- I, _$ R% Q! fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 B4 ^2 r' B/ f& [! O; ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ P/ }$ r% p8 Z$ MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; D( W# M) F7 d2 q: B/ tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ B9 l, u: @+ c& H: `$ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 x m3 c% b0 j/ D0 k( \
* a8 H3 S6 g% X/ z; FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ F2 |/ H+ B) a2 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 j; Y2 B: e$ |( r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ a( Z% x* [! j9 s5 N% iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( W$ K, t& s3 S8 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! S$ p* h& T: ]8 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 z) j* B$ H2 f0 i2 g9 t4 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) f- U# z2 a7 X0 t+ TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# b6 e% q( `6 T5 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * w) ?2 Z0 \4 e" I8 ~; j3 m; I
/ X" G1 H T+ cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 t7 C7 b [6 } o! O7 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
% C$ a' L0 j" G4 O# B- m7 ^" XHow you tried to set them free, 3 q1 h6 N2 d5 {( r I0 Q# @: c
They would not listen they're not listening still, # V; f: U0 {* V* c, j% O" l4 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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