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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' h6 C" o/ B+ \* n8 J& uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u) J5 A6 J/ X3 N4 E1 Q5 K& wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& p+ ` S* P: e: G3 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # D& l! Z2 {4 s, Y% {+ B: o) W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: w& L9 ~' b, Z* r) ^5 A4 SHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 D% W0 J% j, y3 n. w
How you tried to set them free,
L) ]- ~2 y8 ]7 S; d1 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- v/ T# K m$ i+ m( b$ ]! J" xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 D( e( ~* S' x) p* OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + e& S% P5 S: Q q2 q; S- N" |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / q8 ]/ O W9 Q5 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % x, E$ }- o$ c0 w/ f& {
$ z h# ]4 R z' _ ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) J: M8 `2 S; nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" |5 {. c+ [" Z: QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , V" q9 U2 ]9 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; }) s4 o/ B) ^( H! s8 p- i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, I' w7 a3 v& D8 t% Z eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& u* T& h) ~: L# A) D( Q' B nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - g7 ?9 a$ e. O, ^3 { I
The 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,
2 P1 d. j+ a4 W7 m( FHow you suffered for you sanity,
- O0 ^" v$ F/ j* w! HHow you tried to set them free,
: k$ `! o \3 r Q2 \8 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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