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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# [* ~! g8 A8 D5 f6 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + y* g8 v. f+ q% ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( J' u" _- }: D5 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( c$ c, ?$ `9 R6 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 M; |+ L: G* S* A$ _5 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 n5 m' H9 j$ x$ L! OHow you tried to set them free,
k$ X2 Y! [& b$ y7 u. }6 ^) BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ T- f. F2 ~$ ?9 v2 t! K9 h3 \9 x, hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . {. t5 ]8 A4 L, h; q# F, N# r: o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # k4 O. `. B j; X4 N! S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( n4 j0 u6 o) | t$ e+ v l1 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! u4 X* x# J n% Q) ]
% P1 C% ^) U! t" w" gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( y, h9 w+ Q, y p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / K4 l3 ^! k, p% U* z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # [( v5 L' v9 s5 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; c5 ?6 @, M# l& C( r1 l5 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , J4 a7 m. S8 E
" o& w8 b+ n8 ]+ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" x( {2 r3 A5 i8 G) a' _" K8 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- V" c/ J- G) j9 p5 R' c9 T- g! gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; m6 n1 y+ ^+ ]! K4 X9 u" [0 F( ^: ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 g( O S7 Q. A. W
5 o6 f/ H2 z$ b' q' U) e$ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - C+ v* Y' z% n& o
How you suffered for you sanity,
: \3 N9 K3 z. _. `! u9 UHow you tried to set them free,
9 m, `5 ]1 \; z6 u! J+ z5 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 W& y8 y# V B/ x4 y( @& kPerhaps they never will. |
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