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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
?- U8 b, n+ o3 i: bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ?* q R. d% G' T8 t1 M, dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: `5 ]# M$ ]6 ^) O6 U% b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) n! r) [9 Q" h7 b. t( {0 q8 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& t4 r# A4 Y) v" k0 _: p1 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
. X! q3 s) H% q/ q4 U' CHow you tried to set them free,
; ~, X9 a3 d5 j# FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( W7 A* O2 J/ }3 j1 J1 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ Z, P$ V0 A2 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, `+ r! D9 X5 q* R) f4 x4 ~4 Y& x8 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) j: P1 {( } X& }/ H# @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 r2 S9 l y) O% C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) p# H! q# G* ?% G" @, d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" d( I; j" H$ Y5 p) t0 ?4 h* GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 {# C- M6 Q' K# F' T# OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 a2 v6 A: E3 \' e# ?2 @( q" y: EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Z( w# w: Q' [) k
" M* v7 G+ v TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" U$ X, }# j% S3 w" ^: a% e% @6 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 _' f1 q& x" ~. w0 q% z3 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 N1 Q& k; E* T: L" JThe 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,
* y/ _. C: x: d, r7 {. ~1 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
% b4 I3 w7 u; q; e2 a2 [( jHow you tried to set them free,
& ^9 Q9 }4 G! j' K8 W) rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 Q8 A: {7 k% a& H+ D0 O( \1 \Perhaps they never will. |
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