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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 F5 D+ {% Q1 {. g0 v' tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) V, D# ]% r1 q# ~" m; t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
y6 }$ p' b5 D" k2 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ~0 e7 g* |& \* N" H8 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ K* r$ C' z: w$ t5 {& u
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q; `/ ]: M' B1 |* |9 o4 OHow you tried to set them free,
( Z, b5 |- q, i& QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # S3 U% G% @" O! l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) G( |; p' E6 D7 _9 E+ \ t6 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 h5 O" L3 G4 p) @! t8 P& e& \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) W7 S/ R# h; H2 |. fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 d6 F' V: q6 s+ w+ _0 T0 {, e0 u
. W: l r8 Z0 h7 Q: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# c% l; u6 w! sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 J2 x* `* ~# d* j4 H; f6 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; |+ [# k- f; C! T; tBut I could have told you, Vincent, * C( l( }4 u+ ]2 ?( l& T7 M* {- A$ N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + P) g* ^* R: V( I0 y3 E- M
0 G# i% b3 N: e: g4 S5 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 H! E/ J* r- s8 }/ _. ]* T2 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - V9 X' F7 J% g1 Y: w& D8 B+ d" t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( \4 h7 L* w1 U$ u8 k$ F9 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% d0 v+ T* v/ f* q1 ~! j0 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ?: u# a; v. o2 L7 _2 A c8 S# Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 u) e7 \; R- u% B: Y2 h( Q6 mHow you tried to set them free, , W7 K" T* L2 X# p3 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 G$ P, O E+ [- n4 B) J* \
Perhaps they never will. |
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