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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
q2 w5 n1 a3 k. p# ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ?. w5 r2 m/ X4 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) E/ O% {3 l$ d+ A/ x4 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 b6 L) Q5 x* U' A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. g/ C6 f- E) l5 H9 V
How you suffered for you sanity, n2 R( W4 d4 T) V1 ]/ E8 T3 c
How you tried to set them free,
- |+ X, o D9 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' t6 A0 a7 A4 s0 H: V# y% b3 A$ I. e, GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & s3 ?, b7 w8 \& ^4 N6 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! W+ [# g4 K2 \) M0 V1 G7 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 k+ u6 ]: i; A! r. V1 E0 ^. g8 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 O+ \+ S& f+ {, ?0 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
o9 B+ {: R% s; mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 s) h# R- [, N+ N* aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / M+ J6 I% Z3 T; [0 ]- {; ^. Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, " g- b4 ~3 l! n+ S0 H p# \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 }# @* |5 S, G9 y8 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( W1 N7 O/ h& l3 j. `. k4 Y" w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) _" P' B! N" b4 ?- y* h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % H& [5 O2 Q* p. \0 {5 u! O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 M7 P" E/ e2 ?7 M G
$ ], v$ y6 o1 l6 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! C3 Y! s# I, Q5 ~8 t& D) WHow you suffered for you sanity,% Q2 Q! F* D6 ~) e: M! @
How you tried to set them free, 2 |+ x- a) E$ r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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