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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 V3 f4 C d, f$ r, }0 ^* |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ]1 {' R4 q" w2 T+ a2 c+ P9 g- f" RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* U' ?$ W- G0 ^/ `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - K3 W( t+ \4 v. h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( f2 D& p. H8 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 m" C) ^1 z; d. I9 `How you tried to set them free, : g/ l: Y, ?% v& L9 V. w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ]' f' D+ F! K' P* x% w% u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 U* m6 P6 Q4 s' @. |+ G( n3 C- h% G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- H7 T: `4 u b+ t# ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) j m( ?7 H% B2 y) b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 n l" k& {- Y# o, ]$ bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ^% a$ P7 X. b& r5 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ d2 O! U/ s7 d5 ?3 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , B- R7 ^2 V! S S7 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: S, _9 X2 N* Q) KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" o# n) j7 U' c/ ^" SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; d: g: ]: R+ a1 ?' C E; J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# k; Y1 h9 T" u( t$ Q5 R6 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , l$ P( r7 R z# T1 g* k% | z
* ]& ?* ~9 I0 x1 Q& nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 @* W* L* P$ D& ~9 o) H) L8 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
# h3 U V1 m: b, \How you tried to set them free,
+ H, W/ e! R2 B7 t2 l8 }/ jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# l* b, [! N, X! ?' i' l* zPerhaps they never will. |
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