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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 m& H' s8 m+ ]% pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 C7 R2 \9 i6 d8 ?6 p$ wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 f* O# x2 J. U* \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- }& @- }3 h# |; a0 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' s- Q: ]' u- M7 g7 C+ b
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 t; D/ y! b* ?2 k
How you tried to set them free,
/ q; {9 @. ^; p% N( k0 Q4 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; Z% N* v* z" u; ^5 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 P1 l# \$ H% t7 |0 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 s/ y& @- Q" C. V0 O$ \1 }, t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * o2 B; n7 ?% h1 V! B2 l* T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 B" J! {; \8 H! \% {
* w" P5 L( o6 F- DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' _% w6 D1 M7 H9 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( \9 r! B6 f6 p$ A. y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% t. a/ N0 c; S4 U, _# I4 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ O7 L# \, I4 ~% Y7 b2 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & [3 b8 Q0 E( Q' B
# v; U4 {) k8 l# W( z1 J/ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 F# I* M$ ?+ E% b0 R$ ^8 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 o5 Z! A( }& Q3 k& [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . w6 m8 h r% u( k! ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" _1 P# z- Y6 I# i7 }! a) {2 f6 a$ cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ _0 Z. ]0 L6 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
; z% C4 f) N1 D' r6 JHow you tried to set them free, - b$ X" ^* L0 A! v$ I- ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, t+ }2 Q/ V( K# k* }: o" X3 D# xPerhaps they never will. |
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