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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 j1 H: C/ i- CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) c/ b/ D. F/ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( `2 N8 j+ i+ C+ u qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 S- U# H$ L$ w' ^( ]4 U3 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! y/ m9 M) F# h' g
How you suffered for you sanity,
, a+ N) O7 n1 b1 @/ cHow you tried to set them free, 5 x7 M3 T8 S+ K! A% _5 d: H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! Y$ r7 l& D7 y9 E" M: r7 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! j4 H/ \3 Y$ `9 f+ `/ Q* i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , W& K( J" x& a& a* Y+ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 I' j) w/ p4 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' F) j4 H: K; R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, k3 H R; ] o& DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 M9 \/ |0 e2 G' O- `, SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " R3 e' U- h) F4 N. K
But I could have told you, Vincent, , t# H6 R4 e& S2 }# ^- P) L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 V; E9 ~# l8 _9 ?1 B5 B! E
, s- r1 k1 Z: U- z) x, z0 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' J2 {5 i, o3 o5 {' T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! r# y; I J: t1 Z+ W. C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 h8 V2 Q1 K! ~5 Y9 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . t; a) g+ ^8 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 u( t! ], d* S( ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ J9 P% ^) c; b# _7 O* qHow you tried to set them free,
2 U; H1 J# d7 ]$ {7 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 K, O% f* N$ n' m" r9 T+ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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