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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 f# E+ M8 H |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : L7 G" I4 { e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 C2 p$ B7 L. U+ sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , }1 p( }* h8 n6 g, f1 _4 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," L" w8 V3 m2 @0 ^3 B" v& ~- W6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, - \# p% z p! r
How you tried to set them free, ! j+ o4 o. H3 ^, n8 y) Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ?3 B, k; A1 L0 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 O) z! n- u* lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- p& y; }$ x8 ]( PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 \2 T7 B7 Z0 e m( n2 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( K+ t- Y. |! M; H# z8 p9 o% J
, u; h f, p! g6 H4 M3 i fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& R# _; ?- T PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) j, a0 v! l1 b R( ?8 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 h, I7 e( c6 \2 C8 v' _/ gBut I could have told you, Vincent, " u2 Y; E& C9 ^" l0 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% s' V; n9 d5 _' F$ P- S8 w' ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 c; c( k5 d1 R( ?9 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 g- h" Y# b. C& z! q U& M1 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + v" L% K% |1 s- ?: i% y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 @- A# |( u7 W5 N
9 B" r. s, v1 a3 V5 v7 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 a$ d; X( y, Q. m+ D) U
How you suffered for you sanity,0 H* F' ?+ o1 |7 x/ B* P; j% R
How you tried to set them free,
1 t! B8 X7 W; n' S. CThey would not listen they're not listening still, * \3 w5 @9 K7 D( g5 N( z7 \( v
Perhaps they never will. |
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