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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& H/ t: G: |: o# l2 Z3 j: SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. ]& j) Q, y8 F, z1 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% i) D" v1 V4 p8 m) zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 n3 S0 t' ?" A, u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V9 u3 c" X: P5 p0 C$ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 D7 `6 [9 z5 F" R: R: u8 Q: mHow you tried to set them free, ; j% X, E1 u4 ]! s3 i. y; Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % U+ K( W% C; s0 S) m2 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Y9 M$ A& K, X/ E$ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ]% y0 |# U u \, a7 G: LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; S! I3 A/ A: l) D1 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. o" ^2 C) E# m" }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) z% `& H- E# B1 W: b, D% NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 F( @4 E4 F: A7 H# @. d) h, s. _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 m, X& v9 e7 i p! cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ^0 [0 m9 H: w& {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . B3 c; s' S' u# {3 G
5 s% x+ I% t9 v7 ?4 B6 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) a9 A" M7 T( B8 j% x7 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 v7 ~2 N4 d6 j$ }/ D! hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 i5 O6 w8 b, b% uThe 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, ! A& P, k3 k/ J( z d3 m+ k1 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,) n7 Y S! h( Z7 `. A0 \
How you tried to set them free, * d/ t: q, \ g* W5 a# K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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