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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & R9 @; S9 U9 ]% r5 Z" D! F4 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 |' y1 n* }% J9 X, l$ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 z( `" |, M1 a# L: S) w+ L' W' iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- l& A& @9 N B% s" |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 |0 ^8 h' h1 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 K; ]6 s: l3 m5 e2 R0 X( j
How you tried to set them free, 4 R- h5 J9 V7 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( z! K1 f0 @8 ^, q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 r1 x9 \7 l4 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 A1 L/ T* f& t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! `, H1 t- [0 V8 e- ] c0 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 j: T! U: R, e0 V+ }
0 F+ q# ~/ r& |$ N7 x/ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ]2 i7 m& Y& T- X t+ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: b) [ w9 \* [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 E n, L/ g. H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ~* o3 g! u9 n/ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! F& P( B* o3 w. `9 K7 t: _ k( JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 \' {' D, \$ B$ B! y/ G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + H l. K- y5 y @5 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. {* i3 ]+ Z! s9 PThe 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, # b9 ^6 L m! h/ P5 [5 E- }8 A( B
How you suffered for you sanity,1 d- d! j/ _) l' t* z
How you tried to set them free, ' B* q0 E4 A, V$ Q" Y" Z/ D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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