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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 K. y# D/ E1 w/ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # p, Z( L" l4 l! C+ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 l3 l% S5 w7 ]8 B" i8 ` X3 ` s" o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& c s6 N$ \/ P% e. x; K, N) F. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 F* {0 L5 m$ A$ m9 W0 I) O3 a( T
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 p- X9 ]. p1 {4 e/ n' r7 Z. yHow you tried to set them free,
, Z) i- N5 W: k/ o" ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ n* r6 [% C" u5 \7 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 z- P( h% J+ b4 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
P+ w! ?; k% s- W; n0 f pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 W& W1 R3 ]' f" lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! ]& t* Q- n/ h7 x _$ g
% m4 k7 q" c3 w, y9 e6 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 V8 F1 s& M k& j3 k- w" D/ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& F; M. x5 i7 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 F: y" S) c- ]! C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% Q. {% R* \ V! nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" f+ M9 @: W: P# M! w, X9 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ~8 L; @5 T T) o2 } D3 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 {+ Q4 H; J3 U% v" B5 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R( F: [ Q$ G5 f( A oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ w$ @. X6 u7 l# u! e7 L6 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; c {; [/ T8 w' r9 AHow you suffered for you sanity,; t& i+ q$ v, C9 j7 k+ N
How you tried to set them free,
Z' Y' K# r" J6 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, + x) U' }2 ?: M3 ?6 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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