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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& L, h. X' i5 o, yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& v4 Q1 y; i# Q* y+ ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ o8 Q' {6 b% ~4 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 K. F/ P: N; h: ^" b. zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 \0 i9 s! k0 l5 I, Y- p: m# K! H$ P
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 ~( _: |' n1 c/ C3 }* U! H1 IHow you tried to set them free, + Q+ U2 I9 e8 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" T7 n, F. _ e8 Q- w# BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, X# E( u! q9 N& ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [/ a% T7 E; w! MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , Q5 u0 `0 ~$ N+ l) x; B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: @8 V0 V2 N9 F+ B7 L. J, n wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ]4 {0 C6 c4 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # v7 c; }+ o7 D0 p- H4 g! s% ]3 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 G9 z0 x1 z$ T& H6 }5 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 {* B3 Y+ S6 g) Z# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 U O$ R% |, y6 ~, b
1 X4 i4 r. `8 |, S0 G, @: I3 B$ W# wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; T$ o7 s4 V9 K8 E6 S. L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 {/ D7 V/ C) e3 o, O0 o5 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o& N, t4 _- d' o a3 W, kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) k; i7 @* K# \" l7 N, b! m* ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 A g! y6 |4 i/ V7 m3 s* f# bHow you suffered for you sanity,( ^8 ~- b D5 V0 Z9 d9 w% t
How you tried to set them free,
! B& _$ Y6 t' P5 Y3 H# T! \They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 k g2 o* {( \, {8 LPerhaps they never will. |
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