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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
K( R ]& t e: X* u, Y4 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # k1 A! V! ^/ b; f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% P+ y( W j7 {3 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 A4 t1 v. u& X8 _9 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% v, u Z/ l4 D% S$ F# zHow you suffered for you sanity, # m. [3 H- {. X3 ?7 T9 z
How you tried to set them free, & c M* N- C5 q/ b5 s: L$ `0 f, Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; Q6 v W6 K% U% |& `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" {; F% ~* B! X: B. C% PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 `4 U1 k* Q5 t! N) b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . P' C8 g0 W! ?, t- N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & W5 _! u' ]" q$ i+ R: E6 n+ d
' }( l$ q! t% m S) @9 E5 [/ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; j( _7 H4 P. M* c/ _, r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : r. ~' y% r6 ^3 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) c3 \. c$ H; F$ ]/ L% b( s
But I could have told you, Vincent, & {# ?9 p* x" I3 C" c$ G, b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: ]! ^$ y6 N: m/ Q) U8 y) p2 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! s1 U/ e3 L/ Q; P2 j; B& G2 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 o% A) c( \" o# I; l( i9 t. m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 [; R! b$ F) H$ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * K8 B' f6 R4 }' ?0 R
( J* h2 R& U6 t% [2 y5 k9 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# u4 T$ K7 W) k% HHow you suffered for you sanity,4 d j6 m7 S+ \/ B
How you tried to set them free, 1 ^! V) L9 ]! ?, l: f4 ]$ A: \+ q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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