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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, i* S2 U( C$ Y! L* u7 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# `. J7 M6 j' Q. KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 B' ~) A t2 f; ^2 w/ O; f2 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , z' g. M$ @& ^1 S9 O" G7 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# `3 A3 B: S7 |2 ^8 n; E% G" D X
How you suffered for you sanity, - d$ \& B+ ` `9 X1 p
How you tried to set them free,
: }0 t! f7 _- y5 Y7 ~ B( YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 L2 ^% S3 U8 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) g! \ F! d" v4 x! O2 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) }* ]3 K4 [" G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# w2 @& k" S9 X) T6 U1 Y& }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. K: c# ?' \1 `- b2 K0 H% l4 M* p
. H/ x( x: {- g1 ~" q$ f$ w! H& CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; O* h0 N4 l" Y5 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( m# ^7 G9 `. j0 } sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : Q$ m- ]) b% D: X1 F8 d' c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! {3 w% Y! Y( s- g; J5 O1 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! u5 E9 W( F4 \8 N+ P
4 S2 ^. E U) K) [9 \4 r) fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 `' {. J& ]' @# RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' T2 g# x8 Q) R1 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # {: J3 Q, _, G' v; c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : d' x' E! k% l) a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 T) ~ Z8 }$ t: jHow you suffered for you sanity,) H# e f9 _( `$ ^5 w! k, p1 |. o% U
How you tried to set them free, / r7 i( n* n6 k% u+ C' \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, j: R: {, M1 F' k2 r. d4 TPerhaps they never will. |
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