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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / r& e2 D5 e9 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) A: c I/ n4 | sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 `$ j1 b, P3 z9 k1 p& J ^7 Z+ |' CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 M5 b9 U5 O& b- w6 d! ?! T$ J. SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 I8 u* k# L* f( D% D
How you suffered for you sanity, + I1 S4 E N. e# x; L6 j3 _7 T
How you tried to set them free, . A" D8 L. q/ P! H4 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ x$ \% o2 K0 y/ W8 D' }$ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' @& s- x& D7 v/ r( @$ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 ^" V% U1 S" Z. T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 B* P& x- l! N3 g+ \ a+ t; ~3 [& sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 `) g, n/ S, {, C: S
3 f' @9 V* M+ \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, H0 U% \' K$ O* i6 V3 L- y$ Q5 Q5 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ~5 ?/ J+ A/ ^7 r# r$ Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) k; e# M4 Y/ p( F. _' w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' z, ~2 @: x5 E; Y9 w" S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) R$ w& x- ^4 s; F/ h; b3 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" e$ p! Z0 f# ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - W0 ]$ a7 w/ K' T- {( z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 l( V3 ~, x W3 u+ Q- N3 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( j& o$ B1 G8 S. z+ ~4 M( S7 _How you suffered for you sanity,, ~% a( g: \2 y* O
How you tried to set them free, + t2 t7 q6 w) x9 ? k2 S' o2 y6 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 I) t. ~6 w6 {5 P" S
Perhaps they never will. |
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