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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 C$ W4 n% U. w2 k4 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ @+ x, C) |) u/ Y" @# e8 n5 f( pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 I# x0 A1 a) o) M e. MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 I8 S! H/ x5 F6 F3 _: _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ M8 @ v* o- k7 E: YHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 G2 Q' J5 L# B7 HHow you tried to set them free,
# g2 X W7 E" rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 D1 f' ~ k8 m0 A7 w2 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ t' Q/ i ]' h9 M* b* z QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " j2 \0 A8 P+ t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 p5 ^; a C. u' s% b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 L+ H$ ^1 V+ m' ]% r: Q7 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ]) S. R2 }$ a) ^+ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; h5 d! F1 I1 @8 B, z2 d' L- kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) ]* V7 p) O7 v0 c/ ^* P) QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
C2 ^5 S# m/ D1 w8 S9 v; C zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ g2 i k2 U M
4 x# ^* z% G" b- s! \; wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( I7 \, D) ~0 f! vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ {5 R* B' Q! x! ]7 t. o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 g, Y/ r) A- T5 I1 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. o+ D# P2 X5 D2 G
+ `! P w8 `" }" r9 t" P" F9 O+ YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% h1 }4 z( @/ d0 B. ^0 XHow you suffered for you sanity,. J B4 Z+ b4 P+ P, c+ u$ I. w9 w
How you tried to set them free, 5 F# w0 j3 _7 `7 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; o/ F0 |7 A0 L$ l
Perhaps they never will. |
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