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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 V/ E4 D4 l, G$ d1 v: j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( s; j; q; d" d" Q* KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" F; y2 H0 t) ?$ N! t3 v+ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - Z8 i( g* k) z" o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) _. A& J5 Z" Q2 K+ nHow you suffered for you sanity, : T% Q+ B3 ]; N/ ~ `
How you tried to set them free,
; K& j {4 T+ S8 ]5 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ~8 E& t9 P0 h& ]& IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 \" B8 y9 L5 W% ~& c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 U' O2 p D9 s xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 n3 {) u0 @; k
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, 8 q; j( s$ o3 b) w! c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 n! N" d: Q( a2 Q M1 d3 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . a2 D* s% z- n9 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ i. E" P+ r0 `. }5 F7 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 l! A3 E: A3 N6 q m4 `
) G5 n# ]' n( Y% I" A- IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: D, ^7 I% ~) r0 `# N% C& QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 w) j r8 G; O& ~& g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( b& H! B1 o' S4 q! q1 q" ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 _: i4 k# V1 N$ o: g" [" u8 V3 v
, [; j4 f+ k# R& c! v8 d( WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : D$ B$ E2 c6 ]' o& X+ n+ X% {5 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 z8 K) G2 _$ K4 oHow you tried to set them free,
! B5 G- p. r$ w: kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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