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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 d" R& ^9 v/ g% XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 P7 z# `1 N0 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, j( P3 i% G4 \7 U o7 @- qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 z2 i" y# |! Q9 s% L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' C! N1 ^+ r4 H& {
How you suffered for you sanity,
: Q. `. I/ D4 QHow you tried to set them free, 5 M2 S$ {. |+ E- H8 @! H6 E3 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 c$ u( J' o2 Y2 S4 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ D2 I$ l! o6 B4 l; X5 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
f! y; i0 A' I$ ?6 n" T' oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 s: U0 q% P6 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * {# H% K u7 T0 p6 `4 {( e0 r3 x
* E1 |7 b/ G, A1 Q' Y$ Z. `$ mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ?& m# q: y5 x. r7 T( p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + s9 {. k( p, `& g1 ^: ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 s+ B7 T; I7 @9 W5 X. ~But I could have told you, Vincent, . K( B1 t; W7 K- w# F7 W( [4 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 U8 |$ x+ N7 Y4 n2 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 E& u8 s% U& g' hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 p$ ]- c V# n3 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ z: x& E* Y7 v/ TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ E) d$ ^6 ~0 CHow you suffered for you sanity,0 R8 Y+ P! |! u( n8 a( Z/ f
How you tried to set them free, * Z. s* t# E6 o( C; f. K
They would not listen they're not listening still, / R& v& W7 A7 g2 C+ I2 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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