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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 P3 ~1 I, J4 ]2 Y# }- ?1 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" P" S0 q6 H4 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. _% d. i7 m0 Y7 |# X- ^5 m7 s% Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Q+ a. q3 S& ~ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 [) c/ }2 q% [1 Q% K$ U) C% ZHow you suffered for you sanity, : T; j, s: I. y0 `2 ] |# p7 [) W
How you tried to set them free,
4 V' U% Y; j' E7 v6 q5 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 M; [! b! R$ d" O7 v9 }! p' o' V. K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 L- S! w0 U! P8 M6 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 N2 z: n0 G* P: Z8 g7 V% ]* b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; k: a4 \* c) C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 _: H- _: u/ V% Z) A( p# y$ i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 e$ G% g' ^; c2 g8 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' }' W* f3 j1 W. n, s2 Q" n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # Y! y; F" W( o- y& W g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, M! P( r2 u$ R! _% f* Y6 o( c+ U! ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & o$ B( w& A1 Z* P' R9 k( b6 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, z: n4 m& T) E, n @+ B3 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 L, J- [$ t, }1 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / R: G: }* G# O5 X- [& `: V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 r: w6 j1 W3 Q% t0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,- d; Z ~" O5 K9 |) f
How you tried to set them free,
# }& q' H" q# CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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