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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 J* C: u+ F s/ \. t. d/ r$ ?+ aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 }# C- I0 Y* A' D) j8 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 q* `8 n/ X# h9 g6 L" yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# t( b( p# T: Q+ v P2 M9 E6 u, u5 Y1 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 i, E8 X+ X! D$ k& s0 i0 i9 BHow you suffered for you sanity, % K! y8 _# }+ r& X2 l1 ?
How you tried to set them free, ' B4 f, W; D5 `% y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 U) w; ?; F4 m1 [. |4 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' S: e- ]8 K/ q1 x' ]/ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , h0 X5 f7 u$ ?: M( s7 m9 H! x4 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 R5 |5 ]: ?) G, u$ P ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 o$ |) }# W/ W& L6 h" d
5 K" M) o/ m+ e) \$ Y2 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & N7 f7 W5 c' |4 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! _( i; n' G5 C6 x/ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 G) d9 n, N- @: I
But I could have told you, Vincent, * h4 t1 [( b& _4 n. i6 D2 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( s4 h8 m% k- Y# h- SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 t( t% L3 O& p" g! _$ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) k& d& y" I$ c9 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
J) \4 M8 T. I4 e: j5 f/ OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Q$ J3 u0 ]1 L" ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 q9 y3 C4 U! u2 i# ~How you suffered for you sanity,
2 S, |' j# x1 V/ i" k" x5 iHow you tried to set them free, ) a$ k3 a+ H3 I7 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M; N' h- Q* {( J/ @Perhaps they never will. |
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