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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + C3 J7 O9 T8 V1 o& N9 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( _/ _8 I" Q/ n# j8 H4 F4 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 f: W; ?) n# o" U# zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 H Z. G8 f( _& o4 m7 W$ Y& l- h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% n6 ^' }! D' p; x: a2 |9 O, [/ xHow you suffered for you sanity, : Q6 N# V' X' O2 t
How you tried to set them free, * e' X+ [- o; S9 d) S9 E5 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 l% E! o i3 a- K: \, ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + e* s( O2 z& k/ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 m- \! ?6 m' V1 p' U7 L5 _# A* k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 ]9 N- G3 ~+ ?) m# J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 |0 d' D0 ~7 {% |+ C: b# B
P' D( Q; e/ k' }* x3 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 @) U: r6 }( j$ Z6 K2 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ r$ A& H/ Q+ Q2 G k# s4 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & ^& F( R+ N2 j4 @ N* \/ a% Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 _( L( t% e* X- _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 P# h% R) w, {/ E* U1 s) DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" k% h6 B. }" ^$ _! U/ T3 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 s' D$ i9 h" Q3 o R& Y* O4 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 \! r& B9 i7 p- S7 L% tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 Z0 y8 I4 [5 D7 d# h5 a! NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( U3 ?; u) v {% H: s
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 p0 u( J- N$ o& t$ A1 |# cHow you tried to set them free, ' \1 n, b1 S3 M: r$ m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& p3 i9 E! D2 r# b5 S1 m! R& hPerhaps they never will. |
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