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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : _, ?1 N1 u# C+ E) N, X( i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- g/ e8 p5 m& t7 @. ]( O" n5 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 S! V5 ]$ C1 H" m s9 P4 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & a6 a# ^8 N/ I8 g9 W9 H7 s" {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! f( D/ c0 T7 p+ eHow you suffered for you sanity, & ?0 C: \( e0 y6 S L+ f" L: D
How you tried to set them free,
1 [+ ~8 e5 |$ Z. BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 e7 X6 q: l a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( D& q7 W6 C9 |9 h3 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 [. t. h" M/ x5 K# \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Y7 H. D! i' H" M2 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % m& f3 P% c; w4 b
3 q" ~; L! \9 m) P, O5 C3 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 A% g1 G+ N. @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; g: k; E9 K) @ A- `You took your life as lovers ofter do, " R* R5 i% H% P5 I" B9 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 L }: b$ A, l- ~* Q$ B. @2 V" y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ~; j6 W, Y* R2 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( S" }5 U- R! F7 k6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 I o2 [: R+ v0 j+ L, T; i2 E/ A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ w8 `- T% I6 G
" ^7 E) F0 D9 Z! |, s8 d' L6 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* |3 o9 K3 A0 L) OHow you suffered for you sanity,
A& A# w! I3 y3 T ~How you tried to set them free, 2 ~% y8 g$ t- Z/ ?( j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* \& l( g8 C8 l$ E2 l) \Perhaps they never will. |
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