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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 T: A7 D- D4 {+ X% v7 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 E! X; c7 r. H5 A- o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Y% r0 j; f* u4 E4 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; \5 i( Z8 U8 Z5 G! nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 r O- P! B7 y' q, V! m9 i) zHow you suffered for you sanity,
* {$ o( }- v7 q cHow you tried to set them free, $ M. J2 C# q, d1 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / G) G1 l$ N* n9 l# O" P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ^& G2 i& o, i# Q% Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ]& a9 e7 g) E7 b; G s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 e# f- Z) v4 W8 m2 j9 J1 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 s' Y# ~# x; ~& V0 O7 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! h i, B& A6 z# }9 m- }& U; \% ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! c7 ^8 u8 l% {' {! }2 R" e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , q: ?! b# B& j& e9 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 a! p) X. c f& ^* ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: l9 |) a4 G- }& Q. K6 K0 I9 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 n, l: _6 O. r+ A* r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " a3 @, }( b l+ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 b0 a" J. e8 ]% M' ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 v9 `1 F2 F" l; {+ G' w
+ r/ y* @3 Y; O- R1 y1 M5 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 u( G5 ~" R) I5 S5 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 O6 o1 V6 T% ~( B4 C# K# y; ^How you tried to set them free, + b: c" \4 ` y9 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, & S* s5 e: Q) B7 r; f
Perhaps they never will. |
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