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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, d" F( j" k O7 A) l9 [$ D2 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. f% L1 Y6 }" D# fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ G- X& P* o4 J8 U+ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( N7 I: @0 b( `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
Z2 W! a- r7 y& f) ?How you suffered for you sanity, & K5 s( L. |4 j. C, R
How you tried to set them free,
# F; y: ~) P: C) A$ l7 Q3 v0 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 J! z& \/ U0 ]$ t3 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( _8 M! B8 a; h5 R* a0 w7 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; M2 S0 K m1 c2 a- [0 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; q) Y! b5 k* e2 m) oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ B. s/ |, X$ P" I
% @$ Q6 \( |! d! P, ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 {! y d8 H3 p2 K2 `& uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ^) y: K+ X8 c% W+ E6 h i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# g3 s1 A6 n8 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 E- w2 g7 o2 p+ BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! R6 Z6 j L0 [, \: L0 _
0 m1 G5 n6 V- O9 c& }, cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / X- [) C, L' W: [* U) i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 p, q e- t Z+ R* GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 t2 A, a, w* A! lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . z) [6 n! p/ g: J7 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' _* P J- X9 P( S5 x7 |( EHow you suffered for you sanity,: T. y9 C u* @
How you tried to set them free, , F( I6 j6 G3 ~1 R1 W5 S: ~/ w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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