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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 C( ^( F0 I4 i! `# s0 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 e( y( ~# [! n. q( W2 i# b4 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 q# p+ h1 K1 C& Z0 o: WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: e3 E1 m! e; }& B6 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% l3 k4 i+ _. L9 x4 X* [/ M( B
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 A: }3 ^) e( XHow you tried to set them free,
: |( Z" s& ?5 S) {* J. QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ F" p4 [% |7 T4 |3 u* c) d) NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 u2 _; e5 {6 M2 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ L5 i+ g; m* D' I/ U2 t& ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - f. `1 R- P- a0 i2 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 V6 q9 E% p7 a8 O+ H+ u$ r
1 p( ]0 e1 n. ~- {5 Z1 Q* o8 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . o9 l' M' V+ j0 B2 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 P, `4 `1 i/ B4 W/ }8 T2 d9 c3 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 s) _, N9 x; A8 \/ J0 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- y, D- R2 o }- W' K8 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 G! J4 k9 I+ i) H
! i2 O0 K0 Y& `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- {- k+ v- \; ^9 t+ ~ f. SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ e1 n; m+ o7 R ^2 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 B! [! f" K2 X- p i7 J. o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : B4 h+ K+ }: S' H
4 }, h2 z9 v8 e4 T' |; B8 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 n V* r* r" y/ M
How you suffered for you sanity,$ P3 H+ p4 Y/ S5 V w* i$ ?
How you tried to set them free, 8 w: ]8 B; W, c0 ^4 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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