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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R2 K6 l8 r8 Y$ B, P/ r6 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 o- H9 p: K! i1 Q6 F W, e# [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' J; Q ^- Y: L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 I) s, J6 k% l4 F. ~+ {2 o4 t! mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 k$ ?; t. I+ M% E) |How you suffered for you sanity, 2 l) |; r# ~1 }2 `
How you tried to set them free, 2 C; Z8 w4 Y. f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Y/ G8 D" ^7 J/ l' OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 T8 n& N9 [6 k# A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * x$ a, g9 W5 L2 X Y3 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' X/ a, `4 d7 \' t. Q' MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : x0 N6 R% v& d, w
# C1 G' ^, ~" w! u+ ^2 [. a: R ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% T1 y1 `" r' c/ C3 m# C+ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ?' ? u, V0 J; NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 b/ Y* `4 E( S" o. wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* d9 A& \5 J0 X: c0 w" n: oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 c0 a/ e! j9 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 d q& D+ Q P9 q/ K6 J) Z; z8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # u8 q' K. E y, B; z" {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 r7 i! u- z3 U6 M! \& t8 ?
9 P8 z7 V. ]6 Q8 a$ y0 Q) g: FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# f6 k$ [ X/ E' v% y8 C( _How you suffered for you sanity,6 c1 s6 F% i0 x
How you tried to set them free, % |4 ~! @5 n6 r, J% z0 e5 U& q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i3 E! o: V% ^, WPerhaps they never will. |
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