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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ c f1 k# z; b5 O) O7 `! j* {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
D7 D" R5 `' @ m. w! fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' j- O1 Y: y! R; }8 ?3 P" L- {8 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ _. g3 I. Y3 J8 h0 n0 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," g& i- _2 j$ z& } z+ J7 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 |& t) a9 Q& x7 N5 CHow you tried to set them free,
! v: H) p& _- \/ q; ~! r+ I' A; [( K# lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( O ?, }% i) z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 c, ~( {( w9 \7 t; y0 r9 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, G0 P! o2 c9 g) A5 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* {" y3 f, ?* Z. B7 H4 ?& f L/ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S$ P% c- j! K' U( `
F1 e9 h! W* YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& `4 H/ _; s( p6 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, }3 b8 b' D; b$ f: \& p4 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* O* }2 D, \3 @8 E; K W4 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 W" l B$ H# P7 L! P" q& H1 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; W/ O# p' C0 d$ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 V! p3 H y2 l( X) V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% u2 a" `* d) y6 FThe 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, 2 S9 [' D9 q( }+ D- Y, V
How you suffered for you sanity,1 O5 B0 Z6 \+ x$ H' w$ x* K9 ~
How you tried to set them free,
! Y: ^) a, ~3 t% E+ ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
% I# f( G9 p! `/ J: P- P ^: |Perhaps they never will. |
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