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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( \4 k) l% `, Z q* r7 S% d/ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 |5 p' G0 u- D' ?# S, X& @5 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ]( O5 c) c0 V+ s5 M7 a ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Z: b+ N. j3 n3 b' y: ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' l: }; B& v3 A
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 l$ t+ I6 [8 i5 E. \
How you tried to set them free, 9 n" N/ N, _9 Z- _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- }1 r- H8 B6 ~3 X7 [- m- C) N) yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % _: r- R/ z$ M6 {6 ~- [5 W) Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% O( z% |1 B0 z# q2 E5 a9 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: `' z a9 g8 E5 ~( p7 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 Y# v# r) f5 w1 Z
, Z- F, K2 p7 @7 J+ J+ P4 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; T3 R) | Z q0 l& V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " C8 O" W V/ Z7 F* ]; O: |/ z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - D6 }- v2 j' h( ?; k
But I could have told you, Vincent, % Z$ k' a" Y5 g2 G0 r z% [* C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 b x: {6 w% D; T9 O7 M9 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: D" a2 G& E8 ~( J' o1 z* JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( m- {3 u6 l( J; m/ j. Y5 t! |The 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,
J7 S% v9 S0 P& J5 OHow you suffered for you sanity,4 i k5 h0 |, J4 h; J
How you tried to set them free,
& `% U* O3 [9 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 G& z0 o2 |8 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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