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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & z, j/ g* q; q( W6 S# @# l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' F, d$ ]' l# ]3 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: f! C" p& ?$ T1 Z% a I$ U% BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # ]$ h6 U/ e+ Y3 b2 r1 D* H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, `1 K+ ?/ a. v, U5 T5 k. }
How you suffered for you sanity, ) B4 n& B+ h& s: b% Y8 c- G# m
How you tried to set them free,
+ u5 M( c2 f" k8 a& S. t- ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. L0 |; Y" f& ~9 g, q% b' }" D% [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 c- e5 }7 P6 V& pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) a. b7 i1 f+ D* Y* w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! |8 e0 K) [. s% c0 P, }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 E" Z: c- |7 _( M5 _6 @
# E* c2 Y$ h( t5 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 G* k6 w9 ~# K4 T! {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 n2 |9 Y+ R8 \' KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 }, y( B, z( x) k: K8 `9 s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Q+ ]$ v6 |' \6 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 q' U& S4 R H4 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r1 M' ]. p; U& { Q7 \4 t5 Z. CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Q: Q9 I) Q! p" i5 l6 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + E( Z0 M \( o1 s
) D3 q7 l1 m, [% g- bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% n# k y) b' h$ nHow you suffered for you sanity,3 W# M, M% e4 z
How you tried to set them free, 6 u9 k. [" K) r$ V) g( W; E/ _* d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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