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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' G# Y( `" S; m9 [" CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! o6 C9 u" n# B+ E! q7 b! N/ [2 l, G+ ~6 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 j b, S( X2 P6 a3 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , S+ `0 A2 f3 j, O/ P% r9 L2 m7 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- O" D- x; Q0 V4 x7 M# I6 j9 x c- HHow you suffered for you sanity, % H5 I/ S7 [6 |
How you tried to set them free, / V* t9 G9 n' G. m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& T6 X3 d% j7 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) l: \- A: T1 O0 e# S! \* W) U- L: Y4 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# S3 F" I* E. U7 F! ^- `' BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ B# |- ^/ x7 p: f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V/ N5 G/ M, i
j( W6 Q/ A6 A( c+ d5 M# NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 j( Z- K3 L/ y" t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 O) ^$ A2 X+ n, x2 Z# d1 o9 n& UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 g' G2 g! g5 s$ {8 T4 n8 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 N5 s% {) T9 j) TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , r+ h0 o* O" Y" L
( `1 y; ^" F8 l3 O$ W) ` I/ v) ?" _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
x' `. v+ k# G3 F6 X, \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( V1 Q7 c. i- QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & ]6 ]/ ~/ F' K+ J* G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 n. u+ U' O2 h1 c
- B; d! o' y, c) y- \+ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" C4 _: N) Y- S0 Q2 |4 s% i9 _How you suffered for you sanity,
- X* _* j D4 Z* cHow you tried to set them free, # \. S' L4 k3 Z3 @2 }. z7 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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