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3 Y1 ]9 X+ ~" S4 i7 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* P9 C$ b, h% {% G# kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 V2 x( k$ v' l1 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) N- p% e T2 w6 U% E* ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n: y; C6 Y1 l& t+ K% m% tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 y/ U, E$ P; `: MHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 A# M5 K: j8 V% |* L, o" _9 G( |3 o
How you tried to set them free, * j( y2 e4 b) L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' j1 d8 r6 z; p" s6 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( `/ ], Y+ O* M$ E: W( w$ o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; _$ T( }! x0 r+ H9 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 v# n$ w+ ]& h j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ O" C6 a! ]( s- l" D& kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& J* o3 A0 F1 g% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' b' U( e) C2 O& W+ k1 Q E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 N2 q5 b2 n7 q! i$ O m wBut I could have told you, Vincent, " M: y- J& a! a( s( _3 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - }- n8 S/ }6 c0 D/ i8 H
7 m/ d9 @3 |8 S6 R" C% `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; B# @8 r1 U1 ]1 X) _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
I8 @: M* s4 i; n% @. \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " L8 r- u* E$ c1 j% P7 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' k; N* [. n7 o) w$ x; ^8 Q- d
& D0 O/ w. I, n5 O; M2 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! J1 z: F3 \" C
How you suffered for you sanity,) y$ V6 A; r4 |& l
How you tried to set them free,
) _% x0 O+ U7 |- r0 ~4 ~- C/ b3 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: W8 A `# |0 h7 K' M4 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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