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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 q8 e) x* l1 _" _1 [3 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 I7 @: P2 Y/ R6 v: q" _( O" a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- y+ h+ u- d& Y1 d" B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 g2 X) T& v7 V! K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: v" F+ r8 }( _8 K, @" z
How you suffered for you sanity, * t8 ^) M$ A _* A* Q' y, {
How you tried to set them free, " V( Z N x! i& _: Y. J4 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 |3 @5 [5 Q; s- [0 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ V3 M- o( Q- ?( L2 e7 P8 p3 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! K; c& I, u2 l% z4 M: ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ M/ q+ m' x* I7 F U8 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # y% Y% C, l$ k
5 G! M( a, v+ Y1 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; r$ E8 P( t: X% ?4 p# @9 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% m* o# C) ?% d0 X9 }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 L" V# ?, ~2 y h# m3 O; BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C0 y8 i3 }( V+ x0 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 I0 B, ^1 j# q! c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ?8 K" d0 u$ J( n* O9 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / z* ?/ x1 `8 T( u+ {/ o' N3 C
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, + x, q5 b! H% l( c1 L2 m
How you suffered for you sanity,8 w. I6 z9 V5 H
How you tried to set them free, 4 R7 @' T2 G- O2 f1 h X, {6 P e2 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" a I" _. x' \% B1 `3 lPerhaps they never will. |
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