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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 l1 M) c- C8 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / i. V" [% G% T" F# N y* p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ J6 `. g0 {/ n) l, D; l0 `' K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 c# P/ K7 S; N6 m# q* [, BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 R5 Z: K& R8 W$ j. N% r; P
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 \5 o7 T6 R/ Z7 ]0 T) B% P
How you tried to set them free, ( h0 ]( Y$ Y+ q+ f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 i6 P# x% O5 Z3 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o& b/ d% q+ P) _% Z! B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! `1 G5 S0 O7 X; H) F. {: nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 n# B8 y2 {: C0 h0 f) {- uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; D0 R2 |$ [' O2 c# d
9 A: {+ r4 F% t/ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : {* t8 P" _0 D' B/ z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 b# J1 w% {0 P& R" EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / H z, j ^0 C0 Z5 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' y+ u: [0 ?# J6 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 N+ P+ P- \. v) q% g
: _9 R' N2 t* Q0 l; WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 S; F: h& f! Q+ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; u3 H1 }- p, ?, L& n& X/ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 i, f4 ` g2 l) @4 a4 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " c; w2 t! L9 }, l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ p3 \# a, S2 W$ Y) ~How you suffered for you sanity,6 m$ M! s3 |+ K0 F, w6 N
How you tried to set them free, , }8 W# i# }* J; o3 W* E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: F& i- g) `, L3 {. NPerhaps they never will. |
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