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" K) k/ m& |* `0 B& B8 fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 i. T+ `* \; p! e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 T* t t: A7 A* P: bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; Q! d- G( c$ ?/ N7 l2 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 Y# U. A5 D0 |0 v7 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) [2 D. A/ g% Q" xHow you suffered for you sanity,
# l0 f3 c. @, ?) J! y' A6 S3 kHow you tried to set them free,
1 c" ]- y T8 [. e" ]6 {2 i+ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 E* J$ Q( g0 i' ~8 H v) VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 H; r- q8 i9 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ^5 r8 K0 R0 x: U9 q! Q4 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& }8 p" G( P. `8 k1 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Q( e3 M I5 I1 o, A
& ?8 g; Z* l' U, GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" q4 a7 A7 v7 ?" ^% C0 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 l1 p) j( L2 U) e+ z2 P; L% G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . [' y0 A# I7 {: I* }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) F. O+ _% Z( @; Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 d5 w, X% | q! l- }2 d5 y0 \
6 _6 Q; M3 Q. s, u3 G& Z- l" p0 B7 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, B7 n$ w E+ `) f, K; ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 d! P0 j1 e1 a5 S3 {/ M: p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 T+ e) T* }/ o( ?# I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) v9 @/ I: Z8 x2 @$ k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 r3 N0 v4 t- B
How you suffered for you sanity,1 }2 x3 N$ ?+ O$ y
How you tried to set them free,
" M/ g0 L" z0 U+ gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- L! U- B: l1 mPerhaps they never will. |
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