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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, N# q0 B; f! p' N; d7 N# RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! W; W; l% |) S5 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 o& R: l3 p E+ `8 x* r& E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ j' [& h: |% C! o6 \2 P* [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' V& _1 W9 B; b5 W0 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ] z5 p6 K7 n! I
How you tried to set them free, 6 [, q8 |! v8 }7 F: H! M8 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 F$ H* r7 @3 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 S1 p9 w( s' B6 X5 ]) ?! iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" C8 j! b5 L6 e! M" g* J0 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Q1 w1 Z+ T# V" D9 ]2 F+ G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ?4 ^; Q9 Z, R- K" [, V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 s, s& e8 [, M: U+ @+ |2 k y, A2 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; P9 S9 d$ e# ~# Y9 v) ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( X5 V4 ~! f: p$ mBut I could have told you, Vincent, # e6 K% O! j5 d/ E7 k6 F$ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & M0 t+ t! C% K c. n) X
) N# J( |% A6 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" k+ N& _3 a4 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& K6 e. U5 ^. X4 M3 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) w o H% z6 y# YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 p7 w1 t( n' J" R# t* E* U
! y! T0 c2 x- e0 i1 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, \: L/ E3 `. s' }
How you suffered for you sanity,% D* D+ Z4 s9 S& ^* x1 |4 y
How you tried to set them free, : T& `/ j, E7 D, |, P) l; E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 `4 q: ? v5 |& z9 Y. e/ FPerhaps they never will. |
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