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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 K9 A; j$ y6 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " v! D3 D7 I" o2 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 O* s$ G+ k1 y; w) \: [# uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; r: x+ Y, n4 ]: A5 b- O R8 K8 J" JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' f5 c7 j% V3 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 z7 e8 P* {' I' O$ S! @
How you tried to set them free, $ i5 j% ^( S8 l/ U* R9 U9 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ]3 e# [5 h+ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 V( i4 U) Q X; ` OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& y' H' k* [3 O. vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 S/ |# @! m& e( z4 V tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 \6 E3 k* ^6 p8 I
; J3 o: |9 z3 P+ g! W% ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 }, \$ l5 n b- cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ b0 `* Z/ X- w& |$ q- X% LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' F5 j7 T8 E u) t$ J& M0 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: V( m* O$ R: m% r- QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 ~* B& @. L, m2 [7 O+ ]
" y" _ P6 a% O& g% eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. U& a( q, M) W8 G8 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; a. J0 A1 U1 H( F4 @+ f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 f6 k: C4 ]# x. e+ a u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ i* ^0 X) R3 g; R: b( kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. g% S4 d, |+ ?4 n: Q4 n6 ?' F. i( IHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ]& C1 J D$ b8 u" I- NHow you tried to set them free, . I @3 `. A; U$ g6 u' m& z8 n
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' w9 E! p# }- A$ ]% v- P
Perhaps they never will. |
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