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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ T3 P8 f* d# k- ]3 t2 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. |3 H+ P; `8 R# K8 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Y' @9 y# n2 n9 v: i" M9 ^! ]( a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; O# g- D$ I. |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. i7 `/ x( W- G& l7 a
How you suffered for you sanity, - {! P2 g' P; R* |' [ X. y
How you tried to set them free, ; E0 c. y4 c: E8 ^- r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 p$ d6 L& R. S- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Y; a" m: o8 F! {# o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; N& T9 |; ?8 I! Y' a' }2 \9 f# i) a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. a" ^4 W* @3 x4 N8 c7 e$ _0 Y& vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. X+ }/ f) w R! M5 x2 ~
& ?: i$ f4 g% I, sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; N+ D# p0 m5 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 |9 X( n! V! p9 O+ e1 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # t4 r, Z @: X" |' ?1 z1 A% G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! |) [& d# j' C4 M8 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 W+ J: @" G; A, s
# c3 p" |: w2 q. |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ T+ r8 S" |0 y% C1 V; @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 f/ O+ [0 o& M6 W D, B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) S. h$ e r- g4 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ?# L7 m1 n9 g! z
% J( @+ h4 r. ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 V% C$ N# B' ]# D2 I, fHow you suffered for you sanity,
" J! s2 K, U; A/ Q) K8 `! w+ L; ?( mHow you tried to set them free,
& q7 R E0 x7 r j# |8 e. g5 ^2 F. I# x2 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 z8 K. r P0 |9 F* O9 ?! xPerhaps they never will. |
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