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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( ?+ S* P$ l6 v4 ~1 P6 q9 V$ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 J; T- ~1 q1 p% I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: w- y( p4 k8 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , a0 W, g- ^1 M% |$ n2 q0 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 t4 K+ V, s8 W3 C$ iHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 P& Q' ?) I$ B4 X
How you tried to set them free, " @. R" Z, H4 P+ i; A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " A& d1 n7 U0 q. \, `& A9 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
]4 z( Y3 z) H+ d! b" n; k& CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. F: H, V* A W. c4 o( q3 Y$ uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 ?% y1 l; w. a! Y# Y6 f& Z; B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. C( n& r! \; T
- Q# Y" |3 F. d. k' \3 F9 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: p/ @+ [7 K5 j8 b+ u S8 {$ f: yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 j! c( t' a" X/ f! C, WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ L' O" w9 H# Q+ s, a8 u4 }/ x! oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 m! r7 w( ]% [$ p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 f# _! E: K, r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ^- s) L4 i+ \! a0 p/ pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # `: J. ?- b( u4 C: R8 w! }' c4 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' W2 D$ D2 _- {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - E5 |8 k2 |1 {9 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " b9 b- F1 z) O
How you suffered for you sanity,
* g& |6 A7 ~/ G: IHow you tried to set them free, / y8 I# g7 l5 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% {( G; _9 y0 ~( MPerhaps they never will. |
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