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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, {1 E# O s3 C) G5 `8 B; g6 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 p0 s, v) i4 Z3 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& I( s% [0 F# N- Q+ r% L0 h6 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ \& r* h6 G0 G' Y! {. ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me," ?. x7 I# v5 n: h+ g
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 I/ L8 s5 _6 T* PHow you tried to set them free, 4 {0 z" Q8 e* ]+ G* ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" D, S) p/ S! _& X% ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 M. W- z u$ Y: G( R7 R- RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ s( f2 ]7 C: N7 C, _, OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - I9 ^5 q/ C' `- J6 l# E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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D3 b) k0 G* y i" QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 r& F7 U# o4 A$ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( o1 h b0 ^; o% _) NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) D# o' A( r( T+ ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ E! N( U* H3 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 H, x t2 a. m2 V6 d8 P
2 ~3 D* ~/ o: Q3 n9 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Q' _ J) @+ T# KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. o/ u) A) S7 x1 |' g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( M& m. ^# o' L2 |( uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 W' f b- ]$ U5 m. E2 L `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : Q) Y! n% ^; N5 ~1 ^0 c6 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 U. j& R8 l8 ^2 gHow you tried to set them free, $ N( a2 B @2 E+ I; K5 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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