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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 P; H# S7 J. `5 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ }8 B9 [2 q0 h5 ` S+ O6 l" y9 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& u3 y4 B& C) w% K% O( XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" e0 g/ O$ Q3 z. sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! C- l6 B' j8 t( h5 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
! f; z B7 S; z8 f( B9 a* sHow you tried to set them free,
% ?( Y v: n- }2 a% J3 j; F' `" Y; q6 o; gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ]2 O' }% ^6 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 z4 w L, o1 M+ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . R0 r9 K0 c) ?9 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ B. [1 b; d& v! |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) i4 N3 f/ O1 `+ `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 Z5 [. F; }* ]2 |/ O4 h5 R5 K$ FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 p, T5 H+ Y& }! T+ @: w8 i! f8 |! h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + B, f9 S& N4 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, " c& {% L0 T2 y/ J1 ]3 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' V9 p2 c( b( Q1 v- [- z9 [
5 C. y) ~; r: S( pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * K8 Q7 t2 g' ~9 n) `+ s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 U& z8 U' P* J0 v1 W n( lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + v+ l5 ^2 I- ^4 O% W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 D+ O: [* v& W. `3 S# c- N
/ ?" l6 t4 K# y) q; n) Y1 @* xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , C$ d- L: q: y" ?* e
How you suffered for you sanity,
u) F0 a4 _6 mHow you tried to set them free,
4 m+ L$ X+ M+ {5 H- ~% _6 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( B3 O) F* }$ m/ G
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