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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' l+ d [0 i4 K! qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ i( ?+ E% n) ^* U, XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ g( N% x4 A" `" y+ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b2 l8 m+ u# H: s' [( P" S9 [$ DNow I understand what you tried to say to me, S# H, \0 i2 l5 F4 e: D
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 }" r q, b' e9 ~: g& O7 F
How you tried to set them free,
9 W" @# E( e2 `( [6 @ }& x& NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) q1 Y8 g& Q! W e" D: R* C( d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: M# I2 M. `4 i1 t, O1 J FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. x5 S4 Q! Q3 {4 V: L2 c+ s K; m* _' |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 G1 S% j- w; x( h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 t! t ?* m1 }+ E5 F) f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 O# Y. ]3 |' X# V0 ~% P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ r& z0 V9 w2 o s) _You took your life as lovers ofter do, n; q+ P& d" L( C6 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! G7 f! Y+ ~/ r/ K: @$ o' ]& \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % O$ E8 o0 v5 C6 z4 |# I' B
& ?% I$ B' Z" {4 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : l6 b, k, _+ @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " O4 {$ A5 K; H1 Z" a# X' j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : v. s! B1 S- l4 Y. [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / u' M- `, T* W7 a6 y# {
. k9 F" j& D/ X* D/ y0 k7 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 j0 V2 N1 p) S& C8 `3 GHow you suffered for you sanity,0 g! j Z8 N% {( v
How you tried to set them free,
4 |+ F2 H1 Z% e5 bThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; M( R+ u i4 n& n
Perhaps they never will. |
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