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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( w' |7 A3 b) C% k* _+ E% C& fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 w& N% [2 {" n" @& u( r, r: {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 c, j, e# E: X) o) z3 Y- E; h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) |3 v( ~0 m# X# H* g* `- t8 G+ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) Z5 C: h, k" NHow you suffered for you sanity, - C1 {: s5 v2 `# k# E7 E$ _
How you tried to set them free,
' g: P8 s5 {! PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . g6 R- |2 n4 V- \2 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, _; n+ W( s; q8 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 T6 e/ i" _6 H' e3 r4 R5 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 i. M; f |8 ?3 ~! F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % M2 O' Z8 P6 O" u$ f* p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , B; [7 f/ j9 l. G4 l$ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 F/ A2 B( T. W6 v) FBut I could have told you, Vincent, # I4 ~+ t7 c# m/ @6 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 t+ B; V, ~0 t2 r
7 U' M8 [( r& E% WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ]$ i9 _1 M5 j% v8 R+ ?$ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / C- X9 j+ H8 L) D6 B" s4 a& ]2 E: U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 Y+ I. w4 j7 F/ ?+ ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + b( h+ B6 S6 J' q) f. C) L
|. P! q+ D$ n2 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; H n8 }2 j4 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 n3 a* b2 `4 p; y7 G) jHow you tried to set them free,
* h4 r+ V6 k- u P, G; E4 d$ B" _+ TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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