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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) _* k* E9 ~, j: {7 V1 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ R" [. [) O* V* H0 n& [& wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
W" y; n R& z! k9 P; J, ^' fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 z7 H! {( }5 B6 ]" g3 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! u- E8 Z8 Q# h+ f! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 u4 I% d) o9 E9 xHow you tried to set them free, + F9 P. j) ^4 J j/ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 w5 T0 I' t: x$ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% V% ?' e* V8 U: eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , P3 T, R; z l7 A" j" i$ j. t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 E9 {+ T4 u# v* s7 A: g0 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & t$ ^$ H3 s G4 z
! A; O! [/ P s' PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " K+ B% ?( f% K3 y1 @1 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' `# m1 C& q7 Z; b$ ]! a; m3 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - l/ b5 ?: Q/ @5 L5 }* g) B6 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- @1 ?1 u* v6 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 @3 R1 K5 J# C
# A/ s1 U9 [) {1 W4 T8 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . C+ `1 T0 V& d5 S! G: v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 y- O9 ^4 R) y( K+ W2 e9 P! Q; zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' e1 S0 P+ N3 Z! H: S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ^; G( h/ D/ p4 e% V6 z, w+ }: F
; G& X% y; P e; H$ W& UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 P2 y: T% n* M9 D6 i' R' y
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ `* S+ u3 f' j% u8 c+ ZHow you tried to set them free, 1 V0 j8 k( Z5 @7 o6 |% @0 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- s1 `( d% l" v# F) A2 ]/ g6 |Perhaps they never will. |
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