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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & y ?4 V1 J V1 ?4 T) |: x. v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 d( U# ~$ }9 s% J1 `2 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ G4 O- n7 p, ?1 a; ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, t& W! J2 A% [: D/ K/ Y" \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
e$ g1 x$ s% l' g, IHow you suffered for you sanity,
_1 g6 N- I Y2 D J4 U# }+ eHow you tried to set them free,
2 U3 p5 ^5 k- |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 F4 a0 a/ T6 y7 ~ P% l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + q; _ T! {- R! O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# w3 n1 Z; f3 h1 T% P/ \1 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ~& k' o* P# i/ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! R8 ^% ?, y) h2 t0 U
( Y* x# h3 R* H: k/ |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % V9 Q% j$ a5 s+ b, ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # j1 b9 z& w8 o' X8 [; O1 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ E! C7 b4 K. ?* Q( g2 B' J( GBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( O( L+ i2 Z/ u1 G& @* G( C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 K- t5 s& u2 x, V/ mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - o' g2 b9 l* y% d S. C) ?+ x5 u7 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 K: G3 r2 [) x( @. g3 e& G# p$ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , v% ?& Y$ Q# R# \/ {+ A
7 u' Q: \/ l F1 K. N: tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 P6 }" U" z! Z/ C$ P- r
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 G" a" V' j- |4 [; b. r! _; o" ^How you tried to set them free, 8 D9 f: X* |( O: A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 A L" [' y/ aPerhaps they never will. |
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