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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# O7 y/ C- w" u- t% [) i) f' X2 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, H7 a1 `( k9 M2 _9 o/ `( `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ t% ]1 Z1 z5 t( I" j9 d3 @1 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 l( [- h+ s6 ]/ a" X# ^$ `0 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- Y: i4 W% w! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
, r8 m$ Y/ n6 o& g/ FHow you tried to set them free, , e* x2 G3 F: ?1 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 B& S. t5 W; ]' a, I |4 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; V) ^+ L: T' C+ W9 t z# J, i; A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! {1 v/ `( y! U$ v; P& {4 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% A/ w, t4 s Z+ N) x; v4 N8 E9 @Weathered 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, " D- t; k. @2 W. E( y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% N3 a# P* B4 U: |0 @6 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: c( J$ k" A6 c# {But I could have told you, Vincent, % f) ]8 O V, ?: h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ A+ s1 L+ s/ ]! D% c( m
8 t; H0 J! i, @& rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 u$ ?4 |% E0 Z; w! D' F7 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 b: x$ O7 j0 j3 P$ Y2 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 l% s7 K1 X; G, R( t. ]; xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 a7 |1 }7 I* p' H( f0 r3 B, i$ o7 y
/ X( Z- z. V( P, E" A9 f0 m- s, T+ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ h! S( U& \6 _: L5 C' t( S6 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 k1 x! F) ^: e2 `% t6 `8 ]7 k. a R1 }How you tried to set them free,
9 K- s" B% G, v& A3 |0 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, H$ s4 B5 `# N d: L) v! Q8 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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