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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 G4 B z5 l7 z; `1 ~: L+ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* o& ^' l; @ x* u- @ J: x8 s3 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ y3 V! o& h; _2 h9 K8 @! c' I$ d+ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & B' P% ?9 `+ o3 h0 s& }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 U0 I1 Q8 F: E$ K. L/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
\# u4 r1 c6 m( D; y- O2 q8 aHow you tried to set them free, 2 |/ S5 @+ [6 A; z/ T. h& D5 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ q9 S5 f$ B0 u3 ^: g3 S9 `% A* J+ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- \! d% E `: R( z. |) KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 U" o# F9 u! r# P6 z- |! I* sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @' w: R% W$ v5 l1 G& {- a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 @% W0 N. q1 i+ ~9 X+ l
. A2 z& [; O$ w4 i) ]# S" [: E( U9 v0 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 }% n5 n7 |6 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . i# M. v$ r/ g8 f1 B# l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ^% h' \) B% m# D- gBut I could have told you, Vincent, * w: D' P: v2 H( }3 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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e) r8 N9 G* ?0 m8 o& h! cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 f/ l; O+ [- z% oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# G/ G/ {; N Z* t' e% v$ YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* m7 m& G' U) r. L5 M3 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! N( r; d5 k9 ^+ E% j( I# W! Y$ ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 h9 m3 t2 q* c) r9 S8 CHow you suffered for you sanity,7 Q+ F. q2 ^. y: v6 i+ I4 T4 ~# M! Q
How you tried to set them free,
- O; Z' b( g' cThey would not listen they're not listening still, , U- K0 A: |+ d' F7 N3 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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