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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) d5 e6 N; o9 V9 a+ L3 S5 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! n' ]: \! X4 _4 u( B$ N( bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 W9 w" \/ ~6 K7 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 t8 l6 f6 X* q s# Y1 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# @) z3 S0 L0 YHow you suffered for you sanity, % p( Q3 e% Z" n0 c* i E. S: I
How you tried to set them free,
0 i6 L8 c# e* ]8 n# t( C( EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( w5 ]/ T) Y: g) v# I4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' K/ E4 o* Q( a$ X) [5 C) a# ^8 Q$ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 j5 A5 [ c# @8 w0 w2 G8 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , o+ z1 H; h G5 w5 H; {$ n# S, F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 v: z# e" Q2 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' }/ d# N! o% Z! W1 _' @0 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 D: m7 p( G& r' u. J5 _+ b7 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; I$ I1 W0 v5 I2 z9 j, s6 v9 K8 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 u4 D( I9 V% W# Z' ?+ |7 `' `# d2 J
1 A6 \* y& Q D0 @' x6 X% SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 s; |( b1 C: F! `8 Y9 ~' RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 E( {' U# T6 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 i8 x. q9 X# N* k3 p1 G RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ` t- `9 J% G( V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" i1 F7 x; l# n# N. [" WHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W. ]: i/ h6 w8 E/ cHow you tried to set them free,
3 _2 B5 L) \0 D- T# E tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" b. q5 h' m) n. ]0 |9 K) T T& cPerhaps they never will. |
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