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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; u% _; L( K0 G+ @2 O1 L) n4 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; g3 w5 |( `. M: `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 _* `& O6 B3 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ]# P& h4 y" B+ Y! ?2 ~( {2 w/ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: W0 t. s" n$ v! S
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 H. \4 L o" D! w1 x; DHow you tried to set them free,
" k9 D) g# |( N# l. [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' C# W8 v& s# m- l' @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% |* ?' T6 {6 @5 U9 M pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( E$ K; I8 h7 I/ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& h5 |( h- {! n. R z! o4 E3 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 x1 Z1 V" W) E* ^3 j1 E
0 Y/ |4 d9 D6 E9 Z! w* {/ {8 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! L' c: v9 m% Y, U; JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! R& E/ y4 U( B' ?9 X5 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ f1 d4 T. A9 }8 C- w! y3 i3 ^: [But I could have told you, Vincent,
; P( d0 D& ]$ a9 u" A( `9 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ q+ U$ p5 ?0 o9 |$ M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% s: [% R3 w3 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 {) ?. Y6 h, I" ]6 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 |2 n% a5 ?0 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % O) @& j# G/ N. ^$ f) L A
* C0 k( L5 s% N* tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 i* e _) u8 i3 X7 G c
How you suffered for you sanity,
% L' S3 T7 _! O4 H: N% lHow you tried to set them free,
s* c% e* [9 h" _" g* cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% ?0 m8 p4 T5 N9 Y+ j) y% }5 N$ {Perhaps they never will. |
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