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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 c6 g% Y- t+ m0 }4 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 R! ]8 d% `) dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 k: {4 q% X6 F, Q% K6 p, C. RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! q4 o; y. w. N0 V' dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, M2 x) q( Q) l" u
How you suffered for you sanity,
% p% S8 p3 V) u; ^' l5 FHow you tried to set them free, y U( ~1 W& q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' S, P6 Z) g$ Q: r4 ~: J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& u5 d( C9 R1 Y3 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) G6 p- K0 C& x5 `3 Y! {6 g! K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 E- v, O' @. S. I6 w% J" ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ C2 I% @* v2 r: C5 N1 H& ]
0 h: W! _3 X8 u: K: j- K2 j1 R& hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( w/ X8 c4 J, H( f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 j' o$ z8 o% x! O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: D/ D) c. B6 P! h5 d" Y% Y# H3 A* XBut I could have told you, Vincent, % E7 ^6 G* q. w ]9 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ^) k Q+ Q, ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( K/ I% G4 Y! M; I1 {( v* ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& C6 p3 c' e% m* fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : k' N: ^0 \$ p" v \4 [ x4 S" c
How you suffered for you sanity,& u, o6 T- h+ f: R- ^' j/ X
How you tried to set them free, 9 ^6 {& r# W, b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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