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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 A$ y, C: i1 @+ X6 T& @3 O: L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" d* O8 g/ V8 B+ DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- G5 H) M- L: C% d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: r W* K3 ~) v+ a, ^' x* N9 n* sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 T3 f* x! |6 \, c( k" o0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
" @8 `: J6 P v8 A. }4 `/ Q9 [How you tried to set them free,
* Z0 p, _; w. @; n2 B# ~- hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 U ]2 O# O: t! V/ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 G9 a7 x/ c) i! _5 s/ s/ t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) @' \8 G) C6 B- f" B$ f- [6 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! B) ]% j' w9 H$ _7 p* ?$ C) G0 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( r ]2 G s- H; I1 I5 u; w \
7 J$ }4 @" s* T" s1 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . I& G5 C2 X6 y2 @% d- Y6 C* r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 h* A# L( S& e4 _2 q" ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 D$ V* P4 ^! GBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( X: f; m5 `, ~2 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 w) a R7 _, V& K5 M1 A" c5 ]) yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 {: \' a) b' E3 v. S VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + J) [6 F; U ? _3 V3 P: k5 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- y8 n! K; T0 a% ?The 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,
! G. G; r j' j0 HHow you suffered for you sanity,, |; G0 k8 n; g' w ]& p
How you tried to set them free,
0 o5 Z+ }8 \. aThey would not listen they're not listening still, # v2 _5 _5 x1 R- r7 \+ }1 l- u
Perhaps they never will. |
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