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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' S8 T6 ^# R' w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; `" M1 R( |; g2 q1 ~: `$ }- IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 C! G$ u, D6 n, y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ |" Q# [3 j/ l# WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) t8 w$ `9 B; X- r5 F3 x: @
How you suffered for you sanity, + }, K" ^- R# q. t3 y7 |
How you tried to set them free,
: u9 Z# B! {0 a- k( U) Q; @; i3 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ e' C+ J& H( X% UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& j, w5 o- j( s' aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* L$ v5 L8 d: a6 r/ [, k. z+ YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 `9 T5 U% v5 K' k& v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ K7 o _* l! g6 m& K- M
; K( q& x! s5 V$ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 x8 E3 W4 S7 P q K2 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 [3 w# D; o$ o' g0 H* J/ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 P2 r/ k0 e- z E2 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, . j4 ~4 O* ^4 W l. K) m; Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, F) c C% V# ~- P) i) zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . C( t) Z) _2 q; d( @" w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 r4 v7 o# f3 d8 L7 a3 |4 @, U# S) K# OThe 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,
: v2 P+ _' l' I! n. vHow you suffered for you sanity,0 @( V9 @, p2 J5 b! l1 d0 ^8 j
How you tried to set them free,
/ I0 B" {7 X1 S" K$ S0 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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