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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / t3 D8 C. D6 W* |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" H& f( [# @7 B p1 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' K- K; E( J6 z T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ~" Y6 O: y7 j1 _/ ^7 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 o7 G) M" Y+ [' i
How you suffered for you sanity, + U$ r5 v/ S9 u. A
How you tried to set them free, a4 C6 U1 c3 l# {: m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; l, f! t( G5 w6 A/ }3 n& |% v0 P6 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 \& ^' Q# f, ?3 i8 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) f& }& }& n" ^, p& i* K9 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) g& O% L1 r5 b, n U3 ~ f; }; B7 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( x, i7 b) A1 Q; k( N6 U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" w. m) d7 p8 @! GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 m q# h0 [9 C$ }. i o5 X- F" y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% `: ^6 W% r9 U, VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( X" d0 ]1 u2 x# i$ r, i# H: O/ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. \. E# v, e1 ]: A* W6 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , r0 g9 g8 V& \5 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! i8 A+ b5 g' d; X; PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ D7 r9 r( r d" vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - t# |8 o/ D3 v3 @1 R- j
% Q# {) y2 `( f7 v0 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, Q7 t9 ]; d3 h9 y) n: N* q0 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 W# Y! m, V+ O+ D5 E) dHow you tried to set them free, # \8 d8 l. R5 b" Q z9 V- S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ j# M+ t! M; b% p& T' YPerhaps they never will. |
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