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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : F/ D) h5 K: x [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 @$ n: t6 l* }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ _7 T3 c1 R: q4 A* t. } |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 U# c, W% w3 \# b. _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( Z8 T! N, Y4 [1 W( P3 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
; z) ~/ b+ {3 [" l6 JHow you tried to set them free,
* E1 J- q7 b9 O' W( e0 V6 r; YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, s3 S- j }& c; U! f+ WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, d# q3 J" r3 u7 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 n$ v. N* X! x( A! _" l3 {; p/ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % k( Q* t' _ y' p8 e+ A3 H
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,
3 ? t$ O( e9 |6 M' Z' nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / C* N1 N, L7 s7 z/ e& L0 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # Q- F# t2 k# i3 ^4 Q0 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, * c; Q2 A' ~ g. L) U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ~! D' k$ H, c0 V6 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' e; Q( ^" Z6 z! n4 P+ w- dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 T# J, A7 K/ N3 E! I1 |' t" n! g& o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& V* a: G# ^2 m/ J: w; k9 O/ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 A8 k$ y9 z Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 B0 N+ H9 l% P! n3 g4 ~How you tried to set them free,
! q, f& e& J6 B* W6 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 P: l+ \ B. H/ Y' E3 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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