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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * E! o$ @, u# d" f0 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 f# B' ~7 z8 y4 Q7 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% K# s* M1 @4 {; o4 D8 q4 s9 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! L! V T3 a9 n) M5 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ j! Q% |6 T4 q; W1 A5 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, ' i8 ?/ \ G" f. L. ?' U# u
How you tried to set them free,
+ Z: @/ d/ v; Q7 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 h/ l7 F$ f' t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. l- W" W+ E; e9 w; ~/ NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- w: \' h- S- O( aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * ?: W% V" g3 C0 K/ j- w2 h$ g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - G: p1 ]& H4 i* t. a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 J0 b# w/ f6 z1 x3 g/ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 o! o5 V% S- s: L7 r% S0 }4 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, s$ \, o$ m( x0 m7 @1 D, Z! O1 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, b" w: J. v; m7 C0 O+ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; I& v, {* r+ F: w
0 W3 }. |; S, aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ F" W$ l2 n' ^% rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; {6 S5 Q8 L! r2 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 U2 t5 a7 S# b5 J% v& m( B
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,
+ z9 I5 y, \$ Q1 E3 `How you suffered for you sanity,
4 B2 [ _3 \) a' MHow you tried to set them free,
* A5 @/ L2 k& h q! W l6 q6 s% qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ e1 K0 I5 r9 |( |Perhaps they never will. |
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