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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" b% |! i/ |3 Z' R/ s A: kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% |' |: i% M9 M8 X& c! ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% z9 F' O* j I4 \* o) d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @% F& v( {5 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% o+ Z' c0 B* r9 {( O& Y- A
How you suffered for you sanity, # Y4 W l" v0 e' r9 h! ~ G
How you tried to set them free, . @! E6 I, |, {- c3 _( d/ u# H# b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 l& X* w7 R. \: ]3 Z; f1 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ V) U3 e. m5 L+ t- PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 d; e/ ]7 m8 Y0 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! G+ t4 C4 {/ c; p& I8 p% m7 S2 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 N V/ `0 h0 L: a# m+ ^3 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - M: g$ H A$ a: N: J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# v6 O7 U, q3 N; R; x: eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ~) K* X$ a, x$ B' [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% I& p. u. t2 E( c! uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 r n! _6 e: S4 Q. K2 R
4 ?+ s9 I# F, L" A5 a5 p/ z9 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) e% t' f. B8 P# K" G" WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& R8 w% g3 k' G/ E# e) ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 `8 a+ Z, C1 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 e u2 j6 Y4 e9 k8 F# g; R2 A5 x
. F1 z' ~# f# n+ S6 s! N3 S$ H- gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 s- L# ?) H2 Y7 b4 [) o
How you suffered for you sanity,1 _+ `0 Q; S3 B! k* H# P
How you tried to set them free,
# @# S; r$ A( m5 _7 c9 f! yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 k' |$ a! w2 s' \" V
Perhaps they never will. |
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