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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 l* k1 m- o3 S/ R1 P# ]1 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 B1 X% _2 {) y5 t" K: ?7 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: C5 L4 i3 Y+ l# ]$ V" s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( T P! @& e) I) [7 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% b$ K, m9 Z- z" XHow you suffered for you sanity, / x. L4 J9 J9 A& `! ?: U0 u
How you tried to set them free,
! U7 R& d& ~- Z8 V. s+ L1 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Y4 @% O& I' D5 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' Z7 \2 O: \1 {0 V5 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ C; f* S D3 }1 ~, i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : U3 |9 p' N3 w) F7 U6 a6 A; B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- p/ X% ~9 f, IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% c' z3 L8 A7 v+ D7 f* p- KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* V1 v) U- E' ] ?% ]! D yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Y( q0 r3 Q* c% A- V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' q% ~1 k) c3 B- u0 z# NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! c' P# J* B! O( P: @+ ~
0 _! g# w8 L+ p: I* r( P& c2 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Q6 d; N S& l* [4 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * e8 x" w N. H6 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 q1 I* r( z% n% `4 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # Y0 x* {6 e) u6 x
( s! n% w" l( H6 J3 n) b- ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" O. p( ?1 [3 h1 T, U: {How you suffered for you sanity,
4 X9 L/ D' t# ~2 [& L2 mHow you tried to set them free, 9 a; B/ A) M$ t" w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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