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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : l& @5 ?% j' {1 T4 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. M) d+ g5 D I) W) ^/ e3 m' vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# j' {& n: Y. l5 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % u$ X. ~/ K4 D* K# | L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Q! t0 y" e C! I q# |How you suffered for you sanity,
' p$ J2 ?! d: t$ K# ?- G' |1 n, `7 z9 QHow you tried to set them free, 8 h) C g' `! U2 z' `9 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* l( @' [; P4 ^! `2 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, i% ?: G( s7 \5 z7 r8 R3 M6 ^4 p: y) ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' B# r9 `5 `% S9 _- w4 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ?! W0 A3 |2 b7 ^/ G) F* LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 {; ~$ k% m! @' ?
' }) W) ^4 \ o Z9 U6 `# H/ DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , X5 j+ o# z: x- L" }; ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # v4 J# B- c o4 i4 G) ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 q% @& }: f6 d. s0 G+ Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, . l, e- ~3 r/ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% y, `% T2 C8 |4 Z0 {* C6 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 ]2 x j6 `3 n# J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 V% Z3 Z; M$ D0 G& a7 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 B, M" \: x4 Z% p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ w+ Z* R( Q$ u- Y; d# G* k
+ a9 S: V6 J3 v! m0 x8 D8 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) e9 d2 b: a' IHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 }2 |! x& h0 P: u# F THow you tried to set them free, 0 B5 T/ d1 L0 h( t8 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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