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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ]7 |1 p3 q& [& U8 {4 u. k* nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 e v; K) I8 s! X2 A# \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ D; A# a; G4 N# C" yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , C7 g' A6 P) p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ q) m x; v9 N- jHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Q, o, w. @+ N- H* L! c# L4 qHow you tried to set them free, 6 f& q3 `1 @: U+ p) t# ^. l& B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 l8 o! Z% o( M" [. h3 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 F0 ]3 M* y) E7 Y0 u" Y1 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; K( Z# Q7 f- z& t5 g, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . v) G5 i( v& o$ s# j3 {0 N
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, 2 C" _5 G! Y, ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ E, D% I/ T6 _9 X8 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 E; [2 d) p D5 O+ O
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ^- ~! R2 ]3 R5 M( A7 l# [7 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 W3 Y4 {9 a6 p( L
3 E( K( C) G# q1 c UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 B# q) d8 U" q u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : _: m0 x5 N1 ~% q; R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* ~. f# R* B3 v( L1 z0 W+ GThe 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,
" q! {9 x4 e" \% C' C. [$ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
t; |# J+ q a" [How you tried to set them free,
2 V( y3 y1 e9 \0 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, |- A0 Y8 H* H# h4 |9 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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