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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; M* v- b" t5 o3 D+ w5 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - i7 V- k1 y/ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# L0 b+ n! l4 P GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 g; X+ E G* o8 f$ P9 D( j3 e3 A6 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 f F& X! n3 w" } x
How you suffered for you sanity, ; O* a" N9 O6 z4 R3 W9 B
How you tried to set them free,
8 A$ H, U v- B# k* N" j. AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* e2 n4 S$ V1 `/ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" l- P! V; ^, L/ P6 O: |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 c; W C4 @5 x% ]! h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Q6 R7 b. W2 o$ {9 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : U0 C7 b& R! M$ O- K1 _; K6 b
1 u6 [4 c, V5 M) n$ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) c6 n: L) C' T; n# t7 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 b# A( ^: h0 T' P/ z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 J( t+ F7 j: _* {But I could have told you, Vincent, ( I, S5 v" R; B% o% j3 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 h, G: V6 p |: L8 U0 c( v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( j- Q( h9 o. E, i/ Q$ {" IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ c; X0 i- n5 ~3 \7 u! zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 B1 F8 e/ @3 g7 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* }8 N' y7 y8 I) B1 I3 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 @4 y; H6 Q5 k% B" c4 L' c+ H5 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
. v6 \9 P- v5 d h! `, _9 I3 s! NHow you tried to set them free,
- U: z$ T% O3 r B0 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 D1 Q+ h6 n" ^( J0 P; a$ ?Perhaps they never will. |
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