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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : J0 U- X, t7 k2 u+ ^% `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + }7 r! p9 g! M) y0 ^( V. ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 d4 ^2 `7 x B6 X3 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. J/ P+ s& n3 }% n9 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; s+ l: q4 n( ~' G4 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
* r" y- T/ o# ]9 W X a" t0 {8 C1 tHow you tried to set them free,
6 u6 q3 O" U, |' q* J. u. _/ y% BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , C ] a1 d( R$ n$ i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 g" T( B7 N! y8 Q9 o5 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Y% w/ c2 X3 H. [3 N* r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 R+ x8 K: d7 J% u* Y _& I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 W' k7 N/ ~5 Y, a& L
6 B; X; i0 Z [( M1 @3 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - w9 ^/ b7 o" N- e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 M' Q0 y$ u4 D0 F4 t: ^+ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ @ \& F T Q: PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ d! J! X* J/ ?1 P1 {5 M* dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 c' ]( |* w- a
( `- }, @; N" |' E; p! mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 s8 R. H, w/ |+ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Y" n7 L6 b8 l5 @! Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 b9 Y$ w( z9 |) x/ u, L& y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 \, r5 H/ H" ?9 z* Y3 q' D1 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 x5 W4 n& C y6 \7 a
How you suffered for you sanity," X$ p6 @) d1 [3 h
How you tried to set them free, / F, [8 o( h7 v; L7 R6 _- Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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