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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 P, {- d* B' I; I5 {( O# D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! k/ x; H" Z: m$ D. hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 K! S% N! n, r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Z% ]- W0 F; [9 G) nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, M5 O1 [1 A# \0 O! n3 {
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 s1 \ J& A# e8 r/ {8 P% c
How you tried to set them free,
V" j$ a, b/ l" `9 d9 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" v1 s/ m+ H x& D( c, PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # h2 L3 N" _: Y: |3 x; ^1 Z( X9 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) z$ |- e1 _0 z& {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 X( X% }- I" n% w- h. {Weathered 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,
1 f, S* C% ` M. e7 ~* V0 z% \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 j! G- b/ R4 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " Y$ R7 I% d/ f) j4 q; l
But I could have told you, Vincent, * a8 R$ l x0 {. J7 ~5 r0 B Z2 \( u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! X* Q U; D8 ~0 l4 g! ~( N' l- B
6 J$ O6 I+ |( J. S* D0 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 m$ S+ j3 e+ ~4 M! L, R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# C2 x B5 w0 ?$ V# ~5 }! Y L6 b: ~; ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 L% J5 t) N1 @1 o6 Y0 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % e2 E8 N4 ^- n+ h; ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' H, _3 n- V( D; ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
( }. d* c% N9 S" K q) iHow you tried to set them free, ( x/ Z% ]9 g. \7 W9 H9 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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