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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& x1 P. ]+ H) M+ X0 X+ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 E \5 |0 x f+ r+ @( J+ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ a$ O) f2 b/ \4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* w3 c' v, o. H5 B- w& @; M9 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 N$ m4 \9 ]6 I- [8 y2 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 {" _7 _# i8 n4 A5 k! MHow you tried to set them free, Q. {1 j. S9 u! J- V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Y/ w" o( {; T$ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! f$ [! L2 s, r; x% a* O+ a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ]7 a p- U/ k& w7 Q, KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: A' I0 a5 m" t; R4 M8 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 m0 @5 S% g) X/ ~! o: u3 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " A7 ]4 r7 ^8 `2 c7 V1 v( N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 e" {7 m! N) W* J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 f0 |) p5 U; \9 q; B h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : e/ b3 J9 l. d
) U' n! ~3 t( y+ E) U8 I9 }' R& sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 W$ X; {# B& S% e& LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! J3 ^7 g2 T% h4 M& q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 j2 _$ f( V* E; t' u# Q9 p
The 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, ) L+ ?1 s. `# H1 M, |
How you suffered for you sanity,
& H: u$ {+ N8 _: t. o0 j9 J: x" A8 vHow you tried to set them free, 3 K& T( I7 Y0 L: l, ]- _9 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 J; ^! ^2 `* QPerhaps they never will. |
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