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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , K$ `- E- h% W) w4 X7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Y% w. H' P& u' O7 d; x6 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- D3 N- i6 k M6 J" E% o' B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 Y- X2 G- f* SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) E# q& H% J ^, OHow you suffered for you sanity, ( p/ G6 \5 l% X" |1 ]1 J+ W$ K
How you tried to set them free,
+ r% [+ M' @5 L: _7 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & H# L( w9 g: [+ u% k: o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 b" |; Z. a# U4 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 N. X, @% D; aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ r& d H7 `* v8 ^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,
* F$ r1 Q/ Z8 G! R1 x9 E" ~9 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 a2 H; a/ @- X& e. AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 d% @: l7 q; `But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 d; ^! j3 |$ C) N# }6 z' _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 o8 f* v( R. f2 ?% J Y$ z. PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* I' ?/ X5 W, A: A3 [) ~7 C0 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ~" Y0 c$ M+ z( |! ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % p6 D1 E% I( h7 s( t+ z( A, w3 d
S* L% K% h& v* D, xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' B9 w0 u9 F/ Y: S* c. v
How you suffered for you sanity,4 |$ V: ~8 N! z
How you tried to set them free, 9 s& U& W# l% W# l0 u' U. }% \; M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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