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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ]! H; P, J. \3 j8 k! X/ G7 I8 w4 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ Y# j3 K3 U# @8 L5 u7 u; YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: _9 R/ e- x4 v4 S( W) I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 t. {0 n) x, a9 H4 @* Y. K LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 M0 e( V( O8 T+ j7 p( u) t/ e
How you suffered for you sanity, " K$ ]) E; q2 m0 H5 N6 W: {( E1 _
How you tried to set them free, - | B1 W; h d4 G) m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ O* {5 o9 \2 d: u7 `, O; y N# oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # g( M. y; g& u$ r. b9 q# X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % c7 q! X1 N X0 ]) H) u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 I% |3 e4 C% Q) o- E% V$ z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: Y9 z2 g8 p( S8 ~' M+ k: uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, `' {( ^% e- x- C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 e* v1 i) D+ n+ oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ] n- _* Q% X/ Q, f+ I( P& Q2 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ l) S4 [2 n* @$ E, d! U! NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # K' _4 M6 w* I* s- \* t
" |9 x$ v x. N. G8 A4 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 x0 k4 r& K( b$ n5 U' [- dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 U: }: P$ r8 l5 a, LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& E( } |- W9 B. f# A6 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - I0 e+ @% I" H: I/ O: T
0 }4 t% v5 ~) D5 C4 Z* SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % {# y9 v" y& Z* C( T O
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 O/ [% z; \! |7 w$ I* P+ Q- ^How you tried to set them free,
( Z+ l$ s. M, F* A" wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. p( x" ?0 M0 X& B& a7 M8 g$ MPerhaps they never will. |
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