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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% p0 A& s, O, F8 N+ x( ^2 ~# m' xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ l: i# v1 p6 M8 q) iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, [0 I, E0 _" w. d5 H' ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / \8 B- q* e5 h4 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 o1 g$ e! U1 B! k2 \How you suffered for you sanity,
2 q& ]5 ^% n/ e4 y0 YHow you tried to set them free,
8 V/ q* w8 V2 u2 o$ B9 n" UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' l/ E7 R( z( W; L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Q6 i( j) E6 L. b; y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + J6 w+ S1 t( x5 G& T: X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 `" B' `5 \1 \9 T' z8 }. E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 h: r) ?* H! O% E
5 {2 N8 N* R4 Z% `1 Q( y% n0 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 h! T+ k' @/ nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 R. m, T) A( i9 K, p- p, ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 \* @' Y* Q, j/ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, + R7 A) K: Y" U7 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 ]# m2 W7 f- M. }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 o% v$ G* a, f0 l+ U9 S4 v& h; i" iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 q5 X' }4 j9 d, |* r% I* h$ m6 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , J7 f U, {- X8 L
" h+ y& ^" E# M5 J4 z) Q1 h e. `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; M* I9 l: }% V* F2 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
' m, A) w4 X5 G; D9 l* }How you tried to set them free, 9 ]5 D( G0 u$ c! i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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