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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 y: R, d% Y$ ], n# t- a. CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; l/ v9 M7 K' G; G" n1 U9 B3 }( mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' e/ i3 p0 N& [( o( q5 J9 e4 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) t& z. [8 W+ k* X8 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 s- L( ^; x1 t" t7 tHow you suffered for you sanity, ( m D# \. X6 [5 e' d1 Y
How you tried to set them free,
2 q: b# U+ F0 u# J o7 E$ J( rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) O( @) G+ a. V# k/ W; L Y v& k/ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 m8 Q( H. Y$ X* Q7 ~3 L% c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * _6 J8 L- |) S$ }, x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 k9 f* S- p: V _ h
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, 7 }/ l& H1 o# {, `- \3 Y8 P% N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ o( O, H% I8 K4 d( T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * j' x6 l' {+ t7 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, , U6 [1 R6 Q! i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Q+ \, F- `* A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ o( P# S2 z* {+ z3 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( S i- L4 L2 m/ c: j5 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . E1 J7 m" ?* L6 D
! q: i4 z' n M4 }2 c3 c1 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 n! S9 |$ q" M4 C4 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 @% s3 k* q0 ?9 E8 t lHow you tried to set them free, 9 w' [# t* B7 {9 x' D6 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' Y1 I L0 M. p u1 DPerhaps they never will. |
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