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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% s, s1 f. G7 L6 Z; k' n S4 U; J7 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + G# }2 B2 a. A3 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 K O& x! W8 W. Q. B; KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % u+ n; P# q" G1 V/ z7 J% Z* R- Q5 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ s; w# v* m' G) KHow you suffered for you sanity,
; d! u# P" j. C* B% u" ~4 LHow you tried to set them free, % D3 _7 Y; R- z: B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " y. A: K5 ? R3 f; Y# I: G5 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 T7 r+ u# }6 D- E/ rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 M# G) o+ [. SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
L, L- g j- | DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 J& |% j& j3 k2 O, |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) |' T) `: z( U4 q T/ U Q7 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 p1 R1 C; e3 j3 e4 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) p9 Q, F6 _ Y- k$ }9 r% ~" e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) l7 ]. e: {7 @, F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " W- n$ `; f: w" p! `0 o
% L, G c; K6 @$ F* Z. [( g3 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, k9 r; V8 h& w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; @4 }/ K N; P& E4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: E3 \! h2 A- r+ mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' q8 P e* s) T: J7 \9 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / U; Q8 v5 A: ~
How you suffered for you sanity,, G% p* ?0 [% C
How you tried to set them free,
. A1 f$ B! r3 \( N9 AThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) v, m! p, o% A
Perhaps they never will. |
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