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1 q1 ^% e+ Y/ F6 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) J. g' G. D( c3 {' ^8 e1 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 D6 S7 y, [. s, w1 I7 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ w- v2 j0 M4 `2 W4 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ s0 D& y2 e# {' ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ E4 B5 T# N, H
How you suffered for you sanity, . F6 z, {! b3 b1 |; s( R0 ]
How you tried to set them free, 5 S0 D9 Q/ Y4 U+ Y, x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 n' D1 T" P3 Q7 b: Z! X* b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% S$ w5 T( R; ~/ C* r6 Y& x% zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 S/ N, H7 z% g8 B/ U9 [$ g: xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; H9 Z8 b# s3 o/ p; ^( KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " {: `: ~5 P" _/ [5 m
+ K" D7 V3 ]7 R: k' H. G) G zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# o( |, X) C2 Z# ~, T0 Z" d0 a6 i5 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 {; O& w/ X% A. U0 D8 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 A; e, ?/ q4 XBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( V8 F }# J7 i) p5 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) i6 F+ A- z5 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ~ `6 _2 x' v- BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* E7 R, V; {/ ], Q, j9 c. dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. h+ ^( B! Z$ | X, tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 P% K# _) x' v" I+ B
/ q% o0 w j% x, }+ m- N& z
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. j1 a$ `9 i* y4 g5 ~ R! o0 ]8 DHow you suffered for you sanity,' ^+ k g% P+ Y* g
How you tried to set them free,
, E: x8 p* K1 g- R& vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 F" ` K, ]' E& d& m4 N, Q8 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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