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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - j1 B4 z* h( J+ T; q9 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 p2 {) P7 e- \- R& tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ^6 O1 ^# J1 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
\1 q* C$ C$ `2 T# C8 w; NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& b. Q6 o; w' N- M5 t$ z! J4 x! ~How you suffered for you sanity, . j: |6 e w5 O. G9 E+ s
How you tried to set them free, ( B! R, O% j2 _' @# ~$ l$ `" ^' Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 n; u( q+ D8 W7 [7 K/ [- {! w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# w4 C8 l5 B BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ O9 d; r3 g8 S) @/ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 @* F( Q7 W& K N* M U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & S2 `9 T2 L( n1 F6 b& [9 Q: F
; _' m) V9 R( L# M1 c [' P$ J& ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, X2 v/ v. V) I& ~6 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 n5 i" t& O8 ]- |, K! X; U2 A( V" U8 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; x9 V* S/ j0 K! O0 I; ~# qBut I could have told you, Vincent, / k' J( h3 c k& @9 h4 c0 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ^; ^: e: V) s% P" J+ n% w) U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' P% Q, ~! o" U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 b6 ]6 j+ P1 g5 b1 n/ T' w+ b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . G9 K+ D1 G3 z8 f
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, ) j7 D* o. s& K' n' t
How you suffered for you sanity," i9 ~* u7 @; N" {! j/ |7 r/ C
How you tried to set them free, 8 K. d+ S6 `% g5 g% u6 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 c b+ U5 F& M/ [. Y' SPerhaps they never will. |
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