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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. D T( |- N- b9 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" U3 V% Y4 z% b+ t4 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. w. }2 D9 E# P9 P% ~1 H3 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
O r, X# l+ G! INow I understand what you tried to say to me,( `4 l8 o- x, m
How you suffered for you sanity,
% S. w% w/ j- U( b0 q+ D( ]How you tried to set them free,
- T K4 E f/ E9 j4 [# _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' o7 F) Z+ T& l; k0 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' @, X* J' A2 Z" cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , q4 R+ U N I& [) V3 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 e$ @ M5 s u" ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 {5 {% ?0 ]% v; J0 M) o3 i* c
% o! J( O; R5 B0 O7 x# dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& b' G w4 v' }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' S, k" v/ v3 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 t2 i3 j. H) \: i* E2 ]+ }2 S1 @5 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" W! [( N0 R6 P) P# q& X$ m+ s* kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . o& U; R2 r2 M9 F: p/ R# `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; J' M+ v) j4 b0 w0 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
X1 v( l8 H" B8 z& K# ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. U4 ~: L( Z7 U, t7 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) L4 u3 I" @( {$ L/ _
" e$ w7 ?: [1 X1 t' JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% G* G9 O7 K# mHow you suffered for you sanity,
! O! s" |" A- C3 k `* jHow you tried to set them free,
O/ l3 m$ O7 D4 P( IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 S, Z2 {$ U* B+ {" M- E7 \ B# `Perhaps they never will. |
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