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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' G7 x' C, @% |; P9 W; L4 h4 k: h( {# ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& r4 }8 C4 u! k8 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 U2 H/ J% O- n; R6 }1 J1 H, a' c v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( X" b3 e/ J4 q f4 s, ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Z% ^: }6 s% u9 T( u+ W# y/ tHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 @0 M, i6 b7 y* N' F
How you tried to set them free,
+ F w) B: p) Y3 Q0 f# rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( }1 H; o9 i3 G0 o* Z( h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ]+ b7 m0 n6 ?( A- Y- A3 d, g0 _6 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 }% a: G- R( n/ G3 h+ ]/ A dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- S! G3 A t, tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - w! `) E5 Y: X' E: p5 O+ W. x
; {( \" h Y5 C8 q0 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , l; Y9 x2 h+ ~5 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : G6 M! J" L0 f" N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & K6 l6 {1 T0 |, j9 h7 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' {5 |# M+ |6 d8 O! A8 f1 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % o$ G$ r% O3 _" [: p9 B( {* }
1 l. p' N9 o1 m5 `: cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, Q3 C* E3 x4 r5 A- X: [8 `% m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! N1 T$ M( r/ a1 G: {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 j, s$ g0 Q9 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; [4 P* ?* b' H1 m9 h5 U7 f+ o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 r* V" p* w" [4 p! l0 Q4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,! i; `2 y `4 U {3 {
How you tried to set them free,
- @7 ~- K& @7 T6 [/ Y# ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 k/ V3 G( M8 D2 V. V! R) z/ o5 `0 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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