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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* x, C9 [# f* n* m1 d0 K- vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- d, ^& T9 J7 p2 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 h0 j: s( |! W& A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " C, m# g) p x: ^' E9 w$ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 {0 z* c! ~& l5 b9 R3 v
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 Z9 f! b3 C3 p$ k0 f
How you tried to set them free,
3 C3 F. U5 d" G6 x) p+ NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: a+ n* o4 ~: a/ g) O0 K) d2 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
x" G: V0 @: A5 } qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, x! K% P: Z. d* P/ z3 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) I) ^% f7 @8 {% ~) f, j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' a4 e& g( r' k" a. U
: U% k6 R5 a( X7 n9 F4 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* u. d* x) N6 Z8 B$ P6 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 ?4 v' o/ r6 F- ]1 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 o& C1 C) Y' h0 j* w' L1 K8 {But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ]6 Y; I1 b* ]0 a, B$ }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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?/ A, c" I. j: {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 N6 Z/ X- |/ R) T7 z4 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( j0 D) | _$ L( M- }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 E# \- X4 o6 d2 j9 N/ i* o! x9 n. V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 x& l' b4 z& b: _1 B6 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 x" o# _7 H" a2 n/ ?4 \: pHow you suffered for you sanity,
* v4 x" m1 E5 |8 C# ~& X% f" zHow you tried to set them free,
+ Y( S% \* g9 G; a' E# GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 [4 G. \, @. x; Q2 e% V$ @6 rPerhaps they never will. |
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