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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Z1 E$ o9 ~/ |; oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 y( e+ L9 M" K, y% }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) M$ F8 S, P4 x3 j0 R$ v# g" dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! }8 `4 s* h2 S. q* G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% T2 r2 j2 G) a4 R3 F% vHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 {' {: `! Y& B, J* |8 j, I; I Q
How you tried to set them free,
- p/ E, X! N# B6 \6 D) i* aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' D4 {7 C1 M* J2 o& L7 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Z# Y x3 d& ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 I. y5 @5 l% ~- a1 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # i+ Q9 T! b" c8 G# l/ `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # l, I& _8 I; X3 G/ E
+ q% F$ _! Z0 F, c2 x- P6 C8 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) L/ f; o- b5 C! l; r# G% G1 y/ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 e. d3 a2 {5 h1 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # p/ a% i4 O6 R% y# `2 K: h8 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, # e8 ^9 u, r* D; y; j$ f' ]4 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 @+ u9 W! J2 ^, Z8 e
/ b' E! X" f* @& K# EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( d, _2 k9 h- w9 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: P/ }& }: R) N2 r* l5 U0 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! |0 Z0 k$ e1 B9 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- N4 _: h* W9 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. r# ~& ~ ^1 M$ u, |. s# dHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ?4 F [8 }) x3 x( |4 z& P7 d5 I
How you tried to set them free,
6 Q, t" @9 z6 R5 }" sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* O- R! l# i4 ]1 C8 |# P$ u. `! sPerhaps they never will. |
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