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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 B3 Q. G4 I/ B7 Z" a$ ^- a% @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 @, F3 b0 Y0 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 z5 M& t2 g0 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 }' q9 ~: a' C2 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 j& o, ~" z+ K+ w
How you suffered for you sanity, ( B! f3 {' [) H0 t, M
How you tried to set them free,
1 ~9 j" Y% l* G: H7 _0 } sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , f7 L4 V4 [5 ]' o4 D6 i ~+ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 \! B8 l8 Z+ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 X+ l0 e9 e8 ^# [- l; u1 v* J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; ~, F" e7 s; M0 J# g) L4 g2 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( Q6 ^6 f7 U* f& M
4 F* G; o a8 W5 i+ n3 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, X) [# X2 T: d4 o: [% eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 c2 ]" K# i. o1 x. A! l/ I* A5 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" y! p1 J, y; I. \. DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( B" ~) i) j( J/ Z! J, IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Y1 Z* ]& i2 R0 y! v* pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. o) z! F) r- m7 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 T9 s( _! z9 W* F$ B) v( r: B1 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# p# R+ p( ^/ g0 S, N# \) l4 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 p5 O+ C4 i$ e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 A5 m; k$ F& c* ]$ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
* G! F6 p8 G0 xHow you tried to set them free, # ^ y O' i* C* c
They would not listen they're not listening still, , v5 `+ @/ V9 {( J: G0 f2 L! {
Perhaps they never will. |
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