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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 V ]/ G3 h3 Y# q% v ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 p( N2 _. y6 I. H1 u N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 D; t7 ?( k* {( _8 K' z0 O. f SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 g7 b4 _( m6 N2 E# k( @2 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 s/ |$ z& S$ {How you suffered for you sanity,
- u9 B, w w$ ^1 ]6 p* y- u" E: ^How you tried to set them free,
& ~# m+ b q4 n2 m/ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ S/ l& H, g" c/ E! E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / s; v* {( i- J# [; H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & J" M7 N" }- x4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, x' v3 v. X0 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . p0 o& x& u9 Y1 k
! X6 j H \+ D1 m& O: z; mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 E2 C$ W* g0 q3 Q4 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o- k# D p+ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / L5 h! s) D% p+ h( I, ]% {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 P, t" H$ h; g0 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( h3 a6 ~5 w) ~; J
, |% m9 A/ K+ `3 l) i7 G3 F1 G; r! eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 J2 m; d P+ [2 C1 Q/ Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ o/ i1 T7 f9 [) uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 j+ A2 B' Q, ?$ D2 x6 S) z8 `# OThe 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, $ b/ a9 S$ M7 F( {. v: u
How you suffered for you sanity,, \8 u% E' }& u
How you tried to set them free, 5 @, D# J) ~0 t' s( ?& [# Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! q( ^% D+ T+ K4 l
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