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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Z4 g. t0 R+ K4 u$ E% c9 u& ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 E. B( \. V+ P! g q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* O# r& Y% x* I2 p; O. @7 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 H$ L. W/ n7 {7 L4 l9 {7 e$ i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( V# ?4 j/ v8 N& {: ^! p; N( G
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 y5 H# ~3 \2 `9 f' vHow you tried to set them free, # j1 G( ]! H1 Z1 s! u" e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. T! d/ ?7 R Y3 Y$ _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ^/ U7 @' f' [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; L9 j6 {. L4 R. m- d7 d0 r& W( n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ^, x; }$ i+ P$ w( qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; E5 T; q! o2 D$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; x- I+ r+ |8 V/ b# v( j0 {3 y0 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 H0 D# h% v3 r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 @9 }0 \8 {- B5 l$ L/ v/ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 a L! [. W, e
% d7 K. X/ E6 i" `; v" f( _* ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & o. p9 s( |+ }1 p* U' X$ i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ G; |( E8 q3 d* SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # @4 C- U6 v7 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ Y) t7 m* w* h" r' r0 l
2 j, O# Y5 `& @- }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 a) ~2 z8 `! Q: o& V; |
How you suffered for you sanity,5 t$ k6 L7 z s: P/ B. d7 O
How you tried to set them free,
- u. y4 z+ o; X: lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% Q7 |1 K+ Z7 u1 `# @4 R. sPerhaps they never will. |
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