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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# _. q9 V( D5 M# u/ ~% ~! a. l5 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- a& s6 V6 r$ H+ S4 [9 m4 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ f" ^2 R4 c$ c$ X+ d }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ z$ N* A* `! h3 I- N* P2 a- v% C4 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* m; G# P" n% z4 S% i" L
How you suffered for you sanity,
% T& w' h/ t6 jHow you tried to set them free,
2 m( |1 [6 e# m4 R5 G( G. ^0 A. SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ B1 U H: g L2 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 c3 t1 Z2 b; W& ]- P4 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; H6 a0 w2 m& XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 H' z/ l' ?6 A; X# ?( w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . N4 K6 t: {2 I0 g* Z* @% h% Q
) k6 H! A0 X J9 O- IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* d$ {: ~% K% Z3 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
}0 d" d! {' [: M. W0 p6 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - b( i& c9 e' E& R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( H7 S+ k/ p: W8 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - m1 n) D2 B7 J: q7 R+ z% N
. L7 K, P" P7 m% T5 N% @. P: ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % j9 U3 a6 @+ K4 h) i- l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 {/ |6 q8 U/ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* z- V h2 l- ^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,
0 _) O/ O0 o: tHow you suffered for you sanity,
" t; B2 f6 d0 V$ FHow you tried to set them free, + p1 r% i9 T- I' Y* E U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% {! W/ I7 p% t$ ^. ^Perhaps they never will. |
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