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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- E& h. q, ?9 C- QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 `0 H/ x2 l8 q; T g( C9 k0 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, [) z9 Q9 y; z. M8 i, k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ W5 @! U5 w5 \( PNow I understand what you tried to say to me," |4 u/ ~% ~' L2 G; t
How you suffered for you sanity,
* @& H7 ]# q" S( ^How you tried to set them free, & A0 C0 l( p0 T" a; p# J; v% _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; u$ O% F6 r5 r. ?, cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 q% H4 _7 g$ e. fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 D8 d" Q! H6 @' nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ]2 V6 O; d" O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : `; `7 ~4 a# h
6 X, w# N" Z# |( u$ q6 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 b" Z+ v- I; B. _/ {: O: i! E" x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 j! @: Q& O% f4 J. {' \+ y- I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : {2 x4 x3 q# ^) f `- _
But I could have told you, Vincent, A4 c1 Q4 ]* R- q% H7 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g; s) Q; P# x2 B9 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 ~: q/ b" |" {$ W6 s' \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % k- w) j6 v: Q, y! n5 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 Y" m1 l' N6 K9 ~: D8 @8 q2 Z
0 b: S% s( O4 w cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 r. x4 W; r( r6 `4 {1 y2 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
. O* s+ C% ?5 z T" M% ]' |, cHow you tried to set them free, / h" k# ?+ r! ]" v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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