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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ W9 \/ e$ K% c! e) `2 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 `% ]- s6 H2 W7 P) b' Q# k5 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Z" T4 h" J$ u) n+ W Q/ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) S& q) o7 a# tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ u$ P( G7 F+ N
How you suffered for you sanity, ( }6 D2 q4 Q1 D' |/ x) h
How you tried to set them free, ! i- i9 j, T" E! s9 x' o' e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 m* x4 y5 @# m1 G! q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* l9 x1 x% {8 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% u% [0 A8 J# x" V: l2 c+ Z# FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " i& \7 r5 b! x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ O+ S C2 I6 O6 \' {5 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' V& W. v4 ~7 A1 x' E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & l9 h" P) k% Y1 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : M! e# s2 w0 Z; ^ ?% H& G- Q$ U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! H. E( r$ i Y6 \* r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 \2 ?# Q Z. q8 n' T* q1 \4 u8 s
0 W! N# i8 {! O: tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ [" u+ ~' O# H* ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! |! \/ _/ n" _ v1 g) ?2 q% {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 u+ x5 ` P8 B9 R8 ]- [1 }8 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |0 O f# Q; b7 T2 K' S
6 X! A5 ]9 |5 }5 l" v* FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ T/ Y. Y7 M8 P) MHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ {+ t3 F* G1 A0 vHow you tried to set them free,
1 X1 ~% q _+ b7 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) o6 V- j; |' n9 T: B* UPerhaps they never will. |
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