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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 P# T3 ]! }# H, l9 H/ q! k9 a+ g. bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' P) i) h8 ^! \! O; zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 b0 V' d7 Z0 [1 b+ b' Z2 P: W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 e9 I8 D9 Q. u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 b" q) a4 }3 V# G% D1 g& uHow you suffered for you sanity, ' t6 E0 r. h3 l1 b% e) |2 G9 z: o' z
How you tried to set them free, 1 I0 L0 T: m$ r' X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ }; G5 R) G% \; S$ ^! i: U7 e- lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 [7 S/ U q1 n7 W0 x( [# f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ~8 _& \+ r: I, k9 H3 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * a/ K( |) g1 A/ s# G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; F4 q+ h. K5 M6 G wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( m( @5 p; W8 }1 v8 d& s) D& aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: q- y- m$ b: n, v5 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 g" n+ K$ d$ i3 G* wBut I could have told you, Vincent, - [: m' @$ E+ f7 o$ m' l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 M/ r: Y* t; x3 P4 L4 g
" L; k/ M5 Y! ~3 J1 T& Q4 [) z( z* C. @% [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I* Y2 E& W( t" Y8 u( O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 v9 n n' T! j& J- ]1 E2 M1 Z8 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# N4 E/ e) H: \+ o2 h" s( JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # w; W+ \3 Q! D! V, L9 p5 G4 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ x) y6 }; v3 { }& n) YHow you suffered for you sanity,
( X8 ^8 V$ s: `% R: L3 _How you tried to set them free, M! o( }) X- }8 s1 k# W }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 |2 @5 o X9 l U# FPerhaps they never will. |
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