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7 G/ d7 d4 [: t% p; f: s0 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( b" s% n' C- X3 E- Z! A. c4 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / y( O( S G- i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# x: y& E2 O$ O' e. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : I9 F1 B, h( g& h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 H$ O- U( q+ u# P8 s% yHow you suffered for you sanity, # P6 T" y5 y- p0 \# E
How you tried to set them free,
; p( W& h* d) B) [3 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- W" C. ^! A, K3 a$ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ d2 e- g8 m+ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , [- ~+ B$ X/ E. F2 `% j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
a/ A7 H9 n# [/ xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 H: b1 _* S$ r1 G. g S
1 @/ e6 `. T. }5 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ C2 C- E8 c4 K" |* t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # `* y: O# [+ |6 @/ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
N8 S2 A# E- b3 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ n2 K) A: A3 F! U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ \$ T/ e8 r% T2 B
- [2 o- R* Y# O/ T# ^6 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 @( ` A+ Z' yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. W4 W7 U1 s2 s9 Q, B4 A% @/ y2 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# ?# v9 o- O6 }0 D: o: hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' U. k# d8 h. F3 F4 h
How you suffered for you sanity,# X( L3 d7 T% j9 V- ~
How you tried to set them free,
. g4 e4 Q% o+ P- b2 `* s$ l5 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& X3 g4 B! z( ~0 _Perhaps they never will. |
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