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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 T0 u: e! D S( @0 S# x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 M& E2 t4 ?) H; iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 n5 l# J: |9 G' DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. V9 @5 B- q& e/ T5 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ G Y5 Y" f' F+ a9 \+ w8 N& \How you suffered for you sanity,
+ g0 m N" n( ]0 P) F2 D0 wHow you tried to set them free,
: J4 t' K) V2 N: @4 f' ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 R& s$ x2 L8 Z5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 v) d! t& Y" Q( oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( o1 r+ g1 n" L0 ~: N* }! `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( j" O! s8 U" _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 v2 O( P% r l8 S% o6 r% F
0 K3 o, @5 P8 H3 W3 A d" `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
R: H) G3 `: s/ `0 X5 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 y& f( B$ j* T5 g0 A5 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: D. v) M, w' u6 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, / O; g& D( ^' Z) @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 ]7 d% V0 n! j5 ]6 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 u- J0 |1 s/ b+ r1 Y9 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% {! ]6 ^# Y6 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: c a& a4 _3 D0 I, GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% E: W9 Y: L3 L, V, y3 ~" M kHow you suffered for you sanity,. |/ w3 B+ B7 v; `: p3 f( P# C7 s
How you tried to set them free, " j) L+ Y8 S6 T0 E& n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 |0 r8 n' J# ~- mPerhaps they never will. |
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