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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R9 N& R' F+ Z: B/ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 |* D, d/ e% B% {4 }( S+ Q8 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# x% I& x2 Z8 l- f/ p+ G+ I4 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % \6 C' F! w* e) \7 v' U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- q7 r( H+ [; VHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 H7 g8 f% c" Q8 d! y8 ^) GHow you tried to set them free,
~* P' D+ n6 ?0 C: qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. s3 I' z9 L0 ~) C' k$ c) [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 y+ E+ x( F$ oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ I, a% a& h: F7 x! _# fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; G# c* P" k3 q! {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 C" M8 h9 E S) s6 K/ k
1 s2 L1 X- C8 I PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 K# }! t2 b6 l5 F$ d% O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# _. F$ D0 c; m' g: L( w& `7 C! IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % w- A/ a* q6 ]& [, h$ N# }
But I could have told you, Vincent, * k; ]. ^1 N0 ?: Q" k( b* t5 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g) s1 @. H' RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 r5 Y3 k3 u6 u C7 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' {; S6 p# [7 F' _" v# ]0 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' H3 _3 _( f" s% z' i+ Y2 V
( u% R5 ~0 ?6 z& b# ~) BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % V# W- I1 s* |* z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ c; T8 `* e3 w% {2 xHow you tried to set them free,
+ C: ]8 F' f; e$ ]% s+ EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- s- v2 ~' P( mPerhaps they never will. |
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