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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b0 \/ @/ s+ [4 c4 g( N$ x1 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 @ g4 I& @$ x+ [$ ^4 T0 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 v" c. ~- W1 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 v) x! t3 u- T3 L" p2 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: B y& Q) C1 I9 KHow you suffered for you sanity, + j( @3 W& X3 x$ M
How you tried to set them free,
" S/ ~ e& R B" V& Y$ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ l1 n& e+ s' n. S$ g' o7 U! E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( m0 M& K( p/ C* Q# I `0 H2 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 S! t$ H) M5 X% v. y mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" f8 X/ u7 Q4 _, d) E) x, fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 A# H# {! I. E, X4 w/ [
3 C) [ e$ K0 F9 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 @2 z. m2 r( b$ H' D) x, {$ k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 g# M1 H( i) @4 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 H" E2 S o5 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 Z* x2 J6 K( C! e) Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 `6 v7 e& B5 I7 l7 d4 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % Y# x% V$ M! U! x1 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. p9 f0 g# ? }% @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! M! O8 v, L$ x/ }$ u4 H, N7 ]' |The 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, 5 E: U9 F* Q% K6 m
How you suffered for you sanity,9 Q) F4 C9 p& |/ r" N
How you tried to set them free,
' P# E/ f8 h0 |! ^0 y9 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
! `: }3 e! b* UPerhaps they never will. |
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