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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& A3 j: M x% ?4 A0 c" kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ]4 w q: I E$ y3 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) u2 {, ]: l$ C5 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - v* `" p Y3 q! R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]) H6 `( m5 x% H: I
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 X5 Y) f$ n7 C; Q+ ZHow you tried to set them free, / M1 R& K R& j6 L! V$ i) L$ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - `6 k, |" Q4 T# P1 U6 M4 T1 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / U$ }/ Y) {1 b3 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 u3 Q, f. D* P$ K9 D, b% wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Q5 k5 T" d& d% Q! j- j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( |/ `; `. e" w5 Q- W/ A: c& Q W
( E# I- a4 N! a" b( B' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # v8 E# I# v& a% R" \- u v! `% {% o4 L- E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( e6 A+ J" ?, ]# R/ S9 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ i8 S8 A1 x" W+ V5 _0 b2 P8 @( ABut I could have told you, Vincent, - F& U# E0 D! F( P2 s) `2 o# E7 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' s7 S6 k3 u* R6 f! V# NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y. m- i+ `- E/ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 X& z2 `: I' { L2 V* o. y8 I
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, ; v7 Q9 x! _# h% S# S
How you suffered for you sanity,: g4 N& W) r6 A7 ^1 g6 L- h/ B
How you tried to set them free,
# ^8 |/ s8 c6 C' | f- bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% i4 _3 t3 R) ~1 s" oPerhaps they never will. |
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