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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" S: q# N, b% X, \1 c+ b: qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 W5 i( y W4 l( g7 l: k! yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& z7 N- z3 p6 _. a2 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 q# @4 j/ r7 D) c; ` o# |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* v f" w: i' a1 Y* |How you suffered for you sanity,
! _; I* j9 w2 b$ t3 B" aHow you tried to set them free, 1 e; }7 O% n% @* ^) y7 r3 g+ o# n0 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% Q& P0 n' O$ [5 o, V/ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) |2 ~" q. s$ G: i" g5 V: VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 O" S& X; D. d; \; ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" o$ B9 G/ X; _: K0 o8 |* g% jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 i8 f" D# ]( J( P' M
4 O; F' s4 q! h0 d0 z# Z( M; aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Z, w2 f1 ?6 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: `9 c; i S5 [* c* B( RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ O' R* ?( S6 v1 z: q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 S* L6 o7 A) \% V( B' `+ J8 ^' L% n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 L: ^% N0 D4 L8 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% D+ m7 J: B: j& _" e3 \- NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ h7 p8 `9 l$ ~9 F. Z* G. ?3 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 ~7 E; S( K8 @9 L2 l' GThe 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, ( l' O7 c+ W; U- k8 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 f2 I. |- y5 LHow you tried to set them free,
* V5 Z/ a4 D' D+ C6 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* k+ ]2 f. E& A) x) F3 sPerhaps they never will. |
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