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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / U+ j& }6 ^1 u0 w/ H* I# d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; l+ `& e$ X- [% t: r/ K+ AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 c) P$ Q X7 G! sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 Q- o: l. O/ c! N' O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 E( I; _3 J& Z* f; ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 }) B. _& v" x
How you tried to set them free, ) w8 G: _- I, O I1 ]9 B( O* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - r/ s- w$ x6 e2 p5 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; P( U, U! S; |3 }! O3 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Y: E0 n b# c! s! H! YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 j, y {9 D( ]& y1 o, }1 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 B+ q% D' K" Q
, E1 s! {2 u" PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 D& y# P2 \8 T2 ~- QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 _( L* p+ ]/ Y1 o4 r% o# {% K0 z) e8 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 u/ B! ^: ]* i5 d- h* T
But I could have told you, Vincent, * U) s. g' ^ @) ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * l) v* f2 z/ U; Z; U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# M4 X% q# D/ W' p' C# H' s, LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Y! m6 n' v' O' _. P) CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / |4 e4 S9 m* G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * n. g/ N8 m) G4 b
How you suffered for you sanity,, i4 \4 P# ?: l4 D4 @
How you tried to set them free,
: y f+ ~; j* IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ^% U; m2 {' z' u. Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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