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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * @% N4 G3 b9 I& E& V& u. m& U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 h2 E/ P! a7 u: Z1 L% ]5 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 t' Z7 [7 l1 G# ^9 v, U6 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 _; o' i9 o( N$ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% {8 D) e5 O4 g# D& |How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Q; S9 ^3 E: B$ }4 d! D5 r, |7 z" cHow you tried to set them free,
, S; T2 Y* s1 R7 C, H. s( I& IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( O1 ?1 X- H2 K& q- b. V8 k/ X* d7 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 q% I& s7 [4 {: P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" z* A* }/ \1 _$ m2 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 m& X, c9 I0 ^/ _; |2 C# Q* h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' Y1 w4 }- [4 A: x; |$ k
7 p( i- V1 E0 ] oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / t2 P9 o) m) p1 V8 Y5 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: o( e) S5 A$ h* Y$ SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . P! x" T, S5 w; W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! @- y% n: [4 H }' Y3 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 c+ D5 P; S8 s) U
6 |2 r! j6 C1 y8 }! d8 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, U2 q3 W4 O8 f- p8 l; f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 K5 G* b y, q: t8 B3 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% I1 G, c; b, G( k) MThe 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,
$ V5 u- y$ d" F1 d, c b& R1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
: S, ^% t+ w. _+ Z9 B1 K) EHow you tried to set them free, , J$ d0 w1 k# W, Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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