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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 b' d5 t# T) Q4 e. U. Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * K) O) c2 ^ d! Z7 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% M, X8 d# s: u2 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , o: L3 ?' b6 F, J# _ E3 ]% ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& N6 r9 x/ K6 ?4 U; P: V6 W, [
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N6 B$ m6 W' x; fHow you tried to set them free,
% f& r: t+ G5 f( CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 `% y+ P' i4 X0 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 q) Q- j2 [4 m0 V" ^* K; l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! X2 P+ h' G$ f A- CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 }3 X6 D% `8 V5 l! |2 |/ z6 i. c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( a1 {0 T( ?/ O, V, w" o
0 f. b8 E! r$ o) n! y' U" nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 Y* ~: f, W/ p2 s% v8 Y8 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 D! K' p9 a4 r+ I6 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" M- D& D8 u7 B) o7 l+ L8 {But I could have told you, Vincent, : T% Q* ^$ ~& t1 Q: s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ c8 X' W ^( l' WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 o" Y, o. `5 c' t9 \- j3 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* s" K' L% H; j0 x4 ]( D/ c' T- tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 N2 T4 ^% L4 h0 s; d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 a+ ~3 q5 [% L- t" G, |
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E1 X0 S8 C( P! `/ q: u) @) N: AHow you tried to set them free,
* C$ G7 ~7 w4 Z; Q* B. B! G5 |$ PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 [/ g% m' W7 M+ q8 m+ c2 E6 V$ \Perhaps they never will. |
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