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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
E' y3 |2 ?% ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( L1 F1 m' Y8 g! B& ]5 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ A' L$ I0 ?8 k' o- D+ p2 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 J0 ^9 u( H! y" ^, T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& @6 @0 M2 m6 ]! ^; L i- O) C1 F+ l
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 H2 D# N4 ~# ?7 X( e1 T2 u
How you tried to set them free, ; K& O; O" F' m' L2 [; z Q( k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 V t0 u) f4 N! I% F+ j( ?5 P5 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 s' _; Y& b5 U% `, X# o: QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" D6 M* F9 o7 \, c3 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 H7 L% T$ M8 S6 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 Z9 D! L s4 n( jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( W+ X; s& |6 n8 E% ?2 }3 \9 s& m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! x$ {) T* N% AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 Y. G+ }: J4 T1 w; D9 G- pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: U. Z. |. W: n8 W% cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 C' J g t+ C% h
$ z* O% D ~1 ?5 B4 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( v" |: o8 w4 f1 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( R8 H% m' `, ]1 y Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* F# A) w# l. \" T- J$ cThe 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,
: \& I! D5 X6 U; OHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 I$ F; j# U. e* wHow you tried to set them free,
9 J+ @! ~/ q4 r$ G2 N' e+ nThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 V& a! U* `' h( M' D
Perhaps they never will. |
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