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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 C3 c# g, |. ?) b0 v6 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# I% T6 R# C2 T n @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: ^- k+ i/ q) ^) O2 t! L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 o7 e: o& l7 R! T, ~8 ]% F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ~% l5 r* M, ]! z" I. I t
How you suffered for you sanity,
q: g4 V3 J4 q( L3 z" m0 `How you tried to set them free,
2 ]' R2 g* Z; tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : ?7 ]5 e0 E- E: L6 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & y+ h8 d# f8 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# }1 n0 J0 t. ^3 t8 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, H: W+ Y; u2 O2 F. A8 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 q# ^5 {+ n- Z5 p
) w5 t% m2 J& l0 C6 \+ T& ^7 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# f: g5 r& i9 ]3 m; mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " H* |: ?; C# Y" w+ v; k9 w$ e9 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ M- A+ b u1 D# PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 |: y- [3 s! d1 ^- XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 |8 H5 }4 G6 \4 z
: }* R+ j( o- I# X$ R& H# AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, X) B: w1 J4 s9 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " d4 N" t7 C8 C2 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . T2 Y0 O, o6 T5 t4 b1 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 M9 X7 p2 [4 h2 n' I/ N3 V" `
0 f5 _# ]4 c6 L$ l$ R* @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 B( r* X1 ^7 HHow you suffered for you sanity,* V/ Z" o$ @! Z' o# p2 ^1 ?; s
How you tried to set them free,
7 m' j# S4 p0 z. ^They would not listen they're not listening still, / `) D/ @; a: E, j& E8 l6 G: q% s& p2 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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