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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( x2 ?, G& K% c ~" s; c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 T2 U* f5 f0 t3 n; e6 B) oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ]3 s) Y, m$ v6 a. b* W! t5 [, YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" h; X: F6 q% M' r% RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 y/ r3 a+ o- t; ?9 s: k$ G$ UHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 a* u/ j8 `+ t2 a- c
How you tried to set them free, 4 Z) k3 P7 {: C2 t- B5 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' G, b9 M1 [& H" A e; {: d0 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* }( V; _+ |( B& qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ k1 m3 {* k2 Z: Q) F) NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' d$ }+ @' r- z+ D3 D1 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 w6 ~. B" c( Q/ r5 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: s: o$ R! {. ?. ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & y% F _! f6 o/ |4 F( f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, m) k+ K& x- s( _But I could have told you, Vincent, * k3 H' i, r h# n* o7 ^9 k' A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; B7 ]9 w( Q7 b/ T+ U
( F- g0 }* L. F: S. aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% b* v+ Z! t* O7 Z( T5 T; @/ A4 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( |( ]8 O3 j$ Q$ A0 W9 E3 `, Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 H% w$ @! u, Q8 x( Z, \! P* ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 J& ~1 m1 \2 a3 @/ p6 a& F! w% l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 M8 O w+ G* Y' t6 g& o
How you suffered for you sanity,
& n+ D# f- L* f- C* T7 S" MHow you tried to set them free,
2 V% H/ o2 V5 E7 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, # A, M# S% q! |1 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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