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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- n* _% v9 N6 I, v$ r0 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ]% U, a7 U+ v) m jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' d# Q# G4 ] [9 O& N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* J- p# p: L0 I' i5 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 d! N8 m) ^# j- h0 ~5 w+ m6 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
* H$ N F- u" ^' _3 g+ q8 \How you tried to set them free,
( k! \$ i" t& i* ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. J8 e: y4 z' A3 R hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ T2 \6 u& b3 V- }/ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % H+ j" B1 \" _/ m# M3 U0 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. R7 V h% K9 E6 s- H" [+ VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. K. m" l; L1 W, |+ \5 r% }0 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 Z, f2 Y/ y& x' P/ _4 h2 `- b7 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 G+ L9 p/ S0 s- RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ l' e/ R. F( A( U, |/ I7 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, % w+ o1 u( ^, o" {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 D) u0 Y+ i( Z2 w8 k+ y
! [2 N1 p. l0 j9 m+ G: | [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 y; D2 n5 o/ m" h9 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. i9 h6 G. a0 ~# f. @. \# a3 D, Y. eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" v& V, \" ^. f. o8 W2 K& [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& L$ U& x0 q' f, H/ @" nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 n F% F& R0 h3 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
' O# E7 O9 ]4 a1 s6 O+ [$ aHow you tried to set them free, / [- G$ R l+ t4 W" I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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