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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 \: n; g/ S# |/ a+ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 Z, ]" D2 j' u4 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 P& `3 J2 g- |. x( z$ y' F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 e: Y% N8 H9 {. W2 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' X- D5 w5 H' L5 m/ {, fHow you suffered for you sanity,
' A& V$ ^" U6 Y5 z9 j1 AHow you tried to set them free,
. ~9 E) n7 R7 L/ {' iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( w7 S! m7 b6 {9 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 L, y/ t0 i# l! M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 D/ y4 D+ e5 r! c; ]& l8 T0 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 C3 `9 a$ J* Q: S0 i* g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c- a# n- M, Z9 g0 ]1 y& H! g5 M
% O1 A. Z9 a' M' J9 G: a1 v5 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# U. k; h* v$ P% F9 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" X' U" d$ n& `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 C" G/ Y V& J z' W* \0 h2 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; @% P, n. M) _9 Y/ [$ Y9 R4 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, ^0 T& W1 J' D( ^7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ]6 q: f8 l: L9 Q* ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Z2 L- y, a: F4 M, G9 w+ W6 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
g8 Z( t% v8 U, X5 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 h5 [; F; I' ]( m* \$ Z
" E3 Z& L1 q" M6 o5 a! i6 T6 _( {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 e; F% a, e6 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 v) @9 n# w3 i) v# O- gHow you tried to set them free, & H8 \6 z. g% n, Z" N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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