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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . y6 M( ~' }& y. n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ^/ E7 I p# V, F6 @( _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 L @/ g1 H1 B+ X+ @, d2 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & b5 w6 ?" n, t) n9 O" h* G/ c' C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, I3 e2 N3 d' D# _How you suffered for you sanity,
, h0 m) k2 s: m' ~How you tried to set them free,
4 `8 N: j, `" l( p8 `0 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. V3 o' B+ E5 A1 D3 p% d( K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! _- C$ v- o+ y2 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' L q/ L8 w' Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' k4 _. N+ w6 u. I6 c6 k, R, z8 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {$ Y: [* U5 ` P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% N/ ^- F, O& a. F9 _( oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 j2 M1 V& m2 g) {2 _/ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 Q4 A s/ [! f* N7 r# W& YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' n8 e9 u; W8 Y# R' iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 {5 H0 R U) V! zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , i1 n6 Q% U% M$ K- Y: v* @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ~$ R3 @+ b! S9 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! q" N9 D4 p+ V9 t& y- j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 n' }$ f) W$ V8 ]
* p" p4 G: [6 {. o" l% O# H' yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 h4 A2 R8 H: O ^. @! E) z$ @How you suffered for you sanity,
+ N! L# E* p5 }How you tried to set them free, ; |! ~* M4 X5 }* G- f# E' r, _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( T+ m3 d D3 q; o) U
Perhaps they never will. |
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