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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W9 g) C0 w/ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 A' t& Y3 i+ d' W! K( W( T* O* E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ v k9 c2 d: A8 o5 X# D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 \# n- p! s* J' y4 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( s- Q9 g) f" H. X8 M$ s
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 P X- X; h+ A: r
How you tried to set them free,
! c* P: o0 j; ~, {/ T8 L* x# cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ^9 A$ C5 m, Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 }7 p2 x0 S V1 |- H, [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 I; v1 g5 n& v1 |' [$ T' W$ v5 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 d0 ^ B& j5 `+ U, y6 j5 k6 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 p4 i3 t& u q
1 t/ M- X& ~* n# bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) f {; x5 P, w; w: w: yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . l5 M5 H2 _ [- R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 y, @/ B+ u/ n: N2 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
" \# ]/ k) c9 s7 C9 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 |: Z0 u$ U. H f6 M
1 q. U5 k( N4 p6 T0 d3 w7 f. a* z+ RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
]. I2 j8 h0 @0 s) z" y1 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. q$ x( C. |$ w2 c% s2 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! s$ V6 \% g8 n6 k" gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 f X; v2 ^! e2 q& fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 {, v3 n8 I6 p" R c( I! T
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ~% x; ~# F% s: T8 `( eHow you tried to set them free, + J/ ?9 D& g- @2 h U% h. q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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