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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 z G% K! ]7 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" t5 Z; A' @! s. w! R& Z% ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 w: }+ R& ]0 N, XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - N R4 i, e+ O! I7 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 @) E* C$ l9 O9 ?+ ^8 I, N
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ]& c& h1 } p: w) tHow you tried to set them free,
$ p. G/ y# I1 o8 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; s# e% _4 f7 u' D3 ?8 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 G8 |3 C& M- g& Z1 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' f* S2 x- n7 C; [! x3 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' x4 @5 P3 H4 d' z( AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 @' c6 P8 H3 T& d
m9 w" [8 n6 f& A, }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 O- J6 A5 l$ [8 M8 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 ^3 s d( @4 B7 s. o; Q4 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ X8 S) T; \* r3 I& i9 ?3 ?But I could have told you, Vincent, % |- H5 l6 l. l( R( x& P9 P# c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ {& M/ { I7 U A' W- Y3 Z8 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 R7 [( {$ y& j) Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! y/ }6 Y% h; [0 Z1 y$ I+ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 S" v& k% G/ {: a) _6 ?
5 F& A5 u. D% Z3 ^8 p4 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 o' ^! e; ^8 j; D, f
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 I& u+ E5 |9 B: iHow you tried to set them free, 5 w3 [6 V$ N: Q O' ^4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! C7 N0 I4 Y2 k# T3 ]% R7 Y, TPerhaps they never will. |
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