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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * N$ {$ Y; x& ~1 Y {, x; _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 u- R1 B( R2 j3 ^. o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 w6 Y# s2 v! Q* _( b# {3 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 @( g4 D( J# F' v( m4 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. t/ q7 ^7 ^, r/ R% ~7 ]* k! ]3 ^9 }
How you suffered for you sanity, ! R: W: `& G& g3 m* h+ L
How you tried to set them free, / n* g' Y( u, w& d4 w# h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 r4 p0 G+ o& t4 T& E4 @0 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 c5 K/ E$ H, e; X/ I( _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! r$ P+ C q' d) \$ x5 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% K6 s9 @/ C& p3 BWeathered 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,
2 C0 Q; Q( E9 Y8 g: M! FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
E b9 n2 N" BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# U5 d/ t5 T! f' h& Z7 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ]( m1 q" f2 o0 {) V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 p' R) g+ t& C( S4 k8 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Z1 |" A: D" U; Y7 ~: |& g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Y& z- k1 ~" Z3 x! [+ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ w) W+ C- F: w. s; ^: VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 J8 j) V u; P
7 }* W7 c# \& XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . r3 c2 P: S& E" u
How you suffered for you sanity,
% U7 d" _: u' A- G8 tHow you tried to set them free, 0 ]2 g. a! e: @; A' e1 I; q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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