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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( A* }8 {7 u- d5 b7 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 z: L V7 T, z' K* f9 T2 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 r0 R0 [3 J, r. H& _! Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / q/ A9 `; M3 ^5 @' A5 J: E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- E: f( A: z, x; x, O( G! M# v
How you suffered for you sanity,
# E0 K" ^6 j+ B( hHow you tried to set them free, : g, Q3 @; }+ S) R/ r& v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 G* ^% m# Y% b/ y1 x* U1 |6 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m- x5 u0 n. h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, p# E# L4 T: x( N( x5 e! m. Y( mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ V( e6 S" j$ k+ [" K) YWeathered 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, # v2 E. \4 L `- ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 D; o. D+ J, k/ X; O0 Z' S' nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% @& K" H# g5 R+ M4 I+ f8 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( c! ~% Y9 C' \5 \/ D9 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 S" ^0 [' V/ D6 I4 k' R) F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* h4 w8 Z! h7 ^8 y' @/ GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: H- g: [9 L! N5 T& }2 v9 E8 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 e( _7 N" V+ m9 K7 @
' B6 W- g, s* f1 a: ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 e* _+ ^8 }7 Z2 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 f* ~8 k' }- M5 OHow you tried to set them free,
* b' l' S! v+ T, q- wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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