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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & N4 d7 i8 _5 ?7 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# A+ X: A# L9 S0 q7 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# h# n F2 t, }1 p8 x qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 p/ f) V9 W: C O- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ g: X7 x' L5 S# E' D
How you suffered for you sanity,
b5 k/ ~( a9 M# eHow you tried to set them free, ) M2 J* F! d3 }4 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) z, p- o5 p C5 E: P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 q6 [ N0 v; ?: I$ N+ g% l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; Y* l, B% D& S# `$ n# E; n! VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 n" Y/ b5 R8 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 W- `1 ` J8 ~0 @* c9 j
1 \5 G+ N0 E, `; v$ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " l0 G7 S* Z2 v& U. o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 }# M, O) A; k2 N5 k# wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! V+ q, e p) [# V: _5 y0 A. U* X7 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, + G. H" E% A/ W, _3 f3 s, U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- e* w7 f$ W, S! U2 P2 H" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, r) ~- l; W) K! c7 B/ z3 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / c% o; @" \2 i5 f. M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 h5 V$ B |7 c9 P: B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . }+ t# J$ c* F" C
0 y( L9 r: ?& K" M) hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - k d% k$ X5 c) Y( [* G
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H- Y! E- g/ j9 L9 WHow you tried to set them free,
, B* R) C" q* vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# n# A6 W \& H6 I' KPerhaps they never will. |
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