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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 x c: [- j9 y6 d! i* K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ~5 ~2 x, z( K, `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# k' M# c6 x* J/ Y4 G" J; P8 L2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % S; ?/ X/ \. W4 |7 N, j0 l3 N, ~+ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& D7 k( G* F& x& mHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 o5 X- h% q8 b+ C* eHow you tried to set them free, 7 `1 T, K* A" u0 z9 S; Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ]( Z8 k5 }9 n2 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 S/ j" s4 m$ Q3 S$ r- w9 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
o2 D' J$ d# M. T. R( Y7 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& j; K7 ~- D& }6 U* u0 B: \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & @ f1 [- L, g* a2 t0 y& o% {0 J
: W4 M K+ |- M) I% J5 F( T3 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& \, n/ J- M# C2 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) W+ G$ l. k6 }/ F, \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 v/ h5 Q- Y8 n5 P- T1 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# h, n& `0 D7 A5 a- BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 t. m+ k4 B0 W) M9 o+ g
6 S& E: c( K' a2 G6 T( sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # z4 M% r" {- ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ? w. K% P+ a# c& p* S( f8 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) [0 A& c. T# R7 \# z$ r4 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + l% ~5 R! m0 s0 B k5 p0 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. Z" e) m! N% l5 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 j( ]& j @6 n! {, CHow you tried to set them free, ( n2 \* s6 }) X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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