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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* |. Q7 x" ~6 w) `% p$ o: E& [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" U% W6 B- y' w; C/ w) g, D9 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
S$ l( _% E" k1 |6 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! r* a e) q- l! }$ ?$ I, PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 u$ \7 A2 n7 L6 H: _5 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 L, X" u+ p, u3 BHow you tried to set them free, ; H6 P" G! ?8 N% ~7 X3 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 M1 @: b4 L7 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" Y. @* L4 z: V- _$ ]& S# dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : D+ B5 ? q$ g% W( D$ z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 r6 H/ B& }+ i8 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ U% x2 W3 o0 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 T/ l6 D; G7 @" E: ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 I+ G, y7 x' e* R3 t$ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 F2 ^/ ~. |0 G6 E( c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" h: |' y) X$ ^) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% v7 T! e7 ?/ d" w; ?' W8 j+ O# nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 P; R) c) b$ {% oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- l1 U( }6 \4 x# H: U3 E n) ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Y9 Z, n6 s- q* l, `# K$ m" zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 p" `% Y; r3 C7 R% g2 N
- x w7 H& E% Q' ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) V$ R7 q& A( C% G& a
How you suffered for you sanity,
, S$ D$ w/ |* r: aHow you tried to set them free,
2 U3 [+ b+ T) j+ c: `8 t1 ~! gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( M6 w! _2 q, s' d% X9 d+ P: w1 p1 kPerhaps they never will. |
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