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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 f* N) e( _ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + ?6 o5 s: [' c, |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( c9 v2 G7 @/ o1 \+ c7 O6 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
D; ?6 W; s/ X) T: KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' s, g, k) _3 X/ m* M* w
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 }& I; Z4 v% }
How you tried to set them free, % A# Z5 x0 K0 x9 {" ?3 u& Z5 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' e7 e2 U% j. e- i8 T; O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; k: e3 Q0 h" H$ T# N" e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 }* g) t; e( r: k) yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# i. W3 w6 r7 r. F# t0 f4 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 [" y6 M$ {) a" D
0 i- D9 t3 h9 P, O% zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 V* [# B6 k) U) \; \! J; K6 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& K- u( D) `' N( w dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' h. A6 K* C) F7 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, t) K- F% r* c6 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- x( a. ?% T0 {7 R: s) K* m8 h$ AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ?! P) p+ E; a& JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( E0 o! _, w; T% xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 n+ L3 p5 z" P& ~( t: NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 [1 d- L, q9 kHow you suffered for you sanity,6 R% E+ U6 ~( |; T7 |+ _: R( n
How you tried to set them free,
1 b6 o8 `" j% W% P& XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' z& m% ^, p3 ?0 c6 e/ f" TPerhaps they never will. |
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