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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 C# o3 r# a9 z+ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% L H# E7 A: [. \- ^! }/ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 D; N, \6 r; H+ [" D* _9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 V7 S1 z1 Z; z& n2 w: G0 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 p# f7 a4 L2 ^% ?How you suffered for you sanity, ' c# \9 i2 x. `$ ^- O' ]" K
How you tried to set them free,
% O" k3 p4 D7 n4 B8 {: ^/ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: A( g. ?# P: N- U: s3 b9 J! d: [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: T8 y3 _' m( r* x9 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; h, R& }( c w4 O4 m, ~2 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ]1 T' q/ \0 i" S! q3 g; u/ EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 N Q3 g" |6 H$ Y: w5 s. y
" f8 C$ V+ R$ {1 B tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 b1 C" N( Z3 t8 L, CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 C0 b& F: o& H+ b* z9 @1 w+ rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + T0 M: c( u+ ? m
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ C2 s2 p) `) d+ c' @6 Z; r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ? |; [( r2 T4 v @7 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; L- K' w/ y3 b4 o2 ]2 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 N) \) A6 S/ a3 S# s; G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) J; N, Y. |& O$ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ~9 Z8 ^% Y. R% _
, q+ }- A$ `, X) f- k, jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 q4 i# C0 R5 K" w% h: h: S8 @How you suffered for you sanity,8 Q; V& ^* c2 L- ~1 L, s( `: [
How you tried to set them free, 4 }- O* R6 I: m# P* ]7 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, # A, c$ e5 e/ P, V
Perhaps they never will. |
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