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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 s. s5 r+ ?& I/ jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * {7 |" D- E8 e+ l6 y& s- ~! R0 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 g% c5 R) z! |: ~' {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 I/ z% B: C% V0 l' P5 Q' I0 M. l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* X# d7 @/ \- H6 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
" L3 g2 }) e4 E9 g! jHow you tried to set them free,
8 a( g" u3 V @+ ?$ CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; L, @7 S) u% L* r1 U8 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : R4 m2 p" ^' K; ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 e! [8 K) @- O" r3 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * c Z% u6 |- H9 ~/ e" t( r+ F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 q( w# y9 u8 k, t/ o3 {) u* W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # K* r7 C9 u& a# b/ q) U" j' M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 H) Z& D2 x, H" P' Y ?2 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 M( o" x9 E. `1 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, - y/ y/ x- r) e- O- D. V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # E3 a0 i7 c9 K2 E3 q G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! z2 Z5 b7 V! r' h9 {. @: v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 M0 z G% @& ~: J8 N6 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 o8 a" [2 q$ U: O7 w- o- TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 `2 J' u- |% Q; KHow you suffered for you sanity, l9 a ~2 \* y0 A4 l2 S. t: m) ?" v. J2 z
How you tried to set them free, . G# ]; y! W" U/ j% Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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