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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% B5 {* j4 L3 m. _4 K& k. {/ [% FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) @5 j t1 V' W" r! z; P( hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: H% j- A* s. i7 r/ o! X- q. uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 h# s0 _4 ^ r) i+ G! Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 d l: ~) }9 [. K
How you suffered for you sanity, , v! ~0 N/ s! X& u1 X
How you tried to set them free,
: R6 F: \8 ?; D& ?2 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* p2 [. U7 A/ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. z. b$ M S6 x4 Z5 I( cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 X" |$ M1 @! ~. z, R% M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- G* F+ R% t* T# |9 ~9 M, aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 N2 f6 A; X; o( h& YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 V+ S. e" w: O/ g% J' C$ Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 D: i0 \2 D) B% v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ y7 h8 @1 q8 {6 `8 d$ _0 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " o8 _; S* Q8 n8 q
- O6 @' n+ |/ B9 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - [2 o2 T" F4 l, T# W! q8 k% _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ n* V# M4 N7 l' pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Q! {8 N" r; J+ }. ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 S, ?2 i W+ ]; M9 X! XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , x! Q1 ~$ s7 K, @, k& F* \
How you suffered for you sanity,2 F+ C/ d8 c: R" w0 K, @9 W0 y
How you tried to set them free,
, b7 M. {; ?8 A B8 m( ~: [ QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( |: N9 q- f. a1 j1 q; _* iPerhaps they never will. |
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