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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - A) {7 l1 }- |* G- p7 q1 D6 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 F7 M, K) H2 W& S n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 i8 Z8 _( u" \9 f8 p# A3 E# J' pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ^3 i; i) s& i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* K# ^* o4 ^9 E4 C
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 r& I" Q8 B8 I: L
How you tried to set them free,
0 w c: P& R1 g: l- r* dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" o0 X9 I M" mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 h n' _% Z% l- t! B! i) F' q+ W. x6 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 A! U" P& r. G9 H0 Z! W5 }, SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + g. c' k E& z/ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + R4 S! q6 P. I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 K: ] ?9 b8 V8 @# b: N; JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
W$ X1 { z8 Y7 P6 ]7 i( K; E! ?; hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, {% h" N9 e# ]. I5 J& m' wBut I could have told you, Vincent, + b! M8 U8 m/ Q5 T' n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" B4 Y* }7 M$ o- O4 i% [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 y; Y, }. O2 ?7 f: U2 P/ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 I* n/ E0 z8 i; {1 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ^! e$ y& G' p9 g* m) R
* b$ @7 Q& G2 g0 ^$ L- `8 K+ r5 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; f: c% {) q6 I% z
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ {, F4 l: O! M9 z9 KHow you tried to set them free, : o$ C* c4 q3 C \: N+ I. {9 [$ H
They would not listen they're not listening still, I- N* ^" a" P7 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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