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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" `$ r7 Q) ~9 J- k' BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 s4 P/ c) X& `5 ~0 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 W; I5 \. M7 U' O+ V# d( O) f. i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. f j& H- T1 p' }" [8 { R* s/ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me," r! }3 P$ Y" L o. z) H! t
How you suffered for you sanity, & V, O0 p* v! h8 e
How you tried to set them free, + [+ `2 G, S- W1 b6 e. R9 `: `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' I/ P- q3 I$ u' ]8 U: uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 j+ t( p) N1 T5 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; q. Y6 [ i4 m" A0 U0 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; x5 d; i. A" W4 l+ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * {# _' ?* Z* } I# }3 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ K$ u5 i8 R! o' c( PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) q% m. K4 W0 c2 k( U& s+ F1 H# tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 c6 P1 d% z6 m9 ^: z6 \$ B) D0 u4 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) g& ~' u% i3 O& Z4 r
: K0 Y0 J4 \" R; }2 e9 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " Q7 m4 U) C1 v$ |3 v$ I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 K \2 i7 e# X4 {3 D2 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 G# I# v9 _/ g8 Z" t
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,
* W& f6 {0 k* B# a; }4 \How you suffered for you sanity,: L4 w/ E# ^( q! k& ^6 C6 N
How you tried to set them free,
7 Q4 H, x. f. g h$ E. l5 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 c- |/ \" ]$ }% |9 `- J2 c5 cPerhaps they never will. |
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