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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * t2 w' c; L: Q7 f. S* U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 P0 B7 {' |0 F. G" G% DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 t7 V4 U7 _# yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ^5 B |3 f+ r# \' ~. J0 w: V9 w" lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 {+ x* e) j* l# T9 d# b8 rHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 a) Z- J# g9 w! M" w+ l
How you tried to set them free,
( Y1 ~0 G+ r9 _$ GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 a: `* q: Q! u2 Y, h; WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 V, ^, ?' T# @4 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 {% k1 l: l: h9 Q5 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' z8 q1 N4 J; D n ]% e8 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % F7 o( q8 P5 B1 L7 e
2 k5 I" x' k; X4 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 b- B1 e S. I- r7 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" v9 B# M) Z+ n2 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ?2 w5 S- W; z( r* s! S( m8 Z% l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 W' Z( ~1 F f/ x+ c, y C( I( a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( O7 J1 J$ v+ G, i$ L' ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# R6 D0 |, m- H7 ?. a) _3 }' TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
j4 c/ ^2 Z2 Z. F) {+ i( L& A vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 d" O x$ \, P8 \& ]: A2 Y
/ M6 n: D) [. jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ }1 G, k" I3 rHow you suffered for you sanity,8 V& i5 S+ G7 s3 ~9 r" J
How you tried to set them free,
6 e: ]. ^7 B8 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
* ]1 ~% B& a! q9 z( h0 z( Q) E C( WPerhaps they never will. |
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