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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % r- G4 F# r. o7 M5 h$ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 b9 m w1 R* J; D! a& A0 |! oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 B- P& z% K: d: I9 ^7 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. I! t; p% h }9 C9 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 [1 U% |6 l! x1 e, i
How you suffered for you sanity,
# g, l# d: p: h' F) y+ i$ w ^How you tried to set them free,
1 U b( v9 }1 m& l( b! _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. l8 ?. ~% C- `3 A: `4 c- z0 X8 c5 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% t! i& C! N* J9 p9 O: U# oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : T! a3 F: \3 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 f i( K2 r6 n; ]# t' A+ h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 f W. j L: X3 h l$ Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 c G9 D1 L% }3 u h3 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& o6 [# z. `9 M8 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h# I& k. ?! pBut I could have told you, Vincent, . Z3 w8 u$ ]4 H3 F \0 u; U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # t- h3 D& B ]+ F
5 U3 g- ~& @% l8 W$ M' l/ _1 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 c, ^/ [& Q8 Z; v; B& ~6 |$ IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 T9 J, ~5 j ]5 B) r: L8 Q5 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " I \- n+ S! n1 n! B; _# i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , N7 E" y% [7 F2 r2 M% D
6 Z& d: V: R, |1 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
y& r( D# ?% T6 L Q. m& [' Y) bHow you suffered for you sanity,+ A3 I5 e, o; ]/ J! p
How you tried to set them free, 0 V3 Z/ f7 l/ B1 u' c, G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 a% G- N" S* T! `" o8 E% XPerhaps they never will. |
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