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+ h! ^5 E1 u& qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / D: F/ P: n/ v( Y6 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 {6 d8 N$ u$ g) S+ R7 Y4 |6 S+ Z& p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 p1 W! H5 t a0 Q' B, Q2 p; q! a- \9 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ?5 H2 b# O( \& w8 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- _1 u: h0 X: g5 F* d. q/ gHow you suffered for you sanity, : L! X' X7 H1 m& z! h: r) H
How you tried to set them free,
1 Q- R4 o; z2 M" S" C" P% |6 \4 e; m+ f) i( qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ^- J. K* |7 Z4 d- L# XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ {8 D/ i, f0 v7 ]9 ]% uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 |7 @+ s. ]; o+ z, ~! M5 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 `4 X9 [& F" Q y3 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; I/ L( i- y7 W& K8 P. o3 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 w% H; A0 q& O1 W) kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . `$ `, S3 F! o, | P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' F% _: N7 @1 P9 D* ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) W; f; Z1 i: |9 `# K# [* J6 C0 z
4 Z% m9 q4 u+ S- P, IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 a9 l* j# ]8 t# u1 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' a5 P0 o/ X- r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & y5 Q' ^/ s1 s; V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! |; J$ N% M3 |0 m8 l' l* K- d
4 |' i/ ^1 E. B* F5 m4 O- i0 L1 l( a4 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % a: _) }8 Z+ G+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,1 C$ y7 I1 W+ ?4 Q) z
How you tried to set them free, * {: V$ U" `$ ^( u8 _- N+ ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( ?/ `/ V& D; H" \2 k$ z3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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