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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ N8 T5 s4 K a, t/ yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ [' t6 d# y% l9 Z/ K( w+ ?- XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Z) Q4 o m- z3 A: R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ]% D, B- q j6 s! }4 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 K" j0 w# c, y) d1 r; ~' AHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 X* ~0 S% h! Z
How you tried to set them free,
2 u, p) R# W3 p; X! G: V; VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 t1 ~' B4 V8 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, d3 V4 y, z, d( F5 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 {4 g/ N! ~4 ?9 V, Y8 N9 [/ J' x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ~0 {8 ~7 O+ |2 {& |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) t" H; M+ f0 X8 W& X& x0 F
7 t5 M- W, @: p; KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ u8 e) A$ p# d: ~: V! @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( r+ b" |' a: ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ d) U3 x+ }- z* I6 E0 u! J6 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, " v# c# A7 w( g; a! A2 `2 M3 z* Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * [5 \6 G+ [' @2 W D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 K/ X9 n# n% V6 @1 t$ t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 L, \ ~7 ]9 `4 d/ a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ^- D" L5 {& ^% a7 p! S8 J/ ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 N& `! b. z9 `7 z* W# g% M
! z1 ^" i1 K8 N. hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! }+ U: K, H6 }1 y# r E
How you suffered for you sanity,
' L! l7 h5 h5 r9 jHow you tried to set them free,
% {2 u; n- S% f. j) bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 O; P7 h* P2 H* g9 P8 s7 d$ e
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