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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ~1 B9 `( f$ {, }1 c$ A1 K' rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , A; j& u: E( G& H6 @, z; I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j$ F5 M. _+ B0 O3 w$ c% k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Q: B2 E" z, ^- z4 u9 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 v$ `- ^% w% w/ DHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 @3 ^* Y, Z- J5 b/ r; o
How you tried to set them free, " `- B* ]! j0 t8 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + l! [ a6 S* \: T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / D3 i7 [: P+ @# [0 \! N2 G" D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 F. u* W. `. k% [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % {8 A7 M+ f0 f, V% H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . U I/ a% L2 |% d9 v8 c6 l
* z& T1 r" C* q5 y) ~5 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% K! j: W# ?' A' aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 u$ x6 l% v% |7 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ F' j" d7 x- o, }$ \2 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 L; q. J. e" m# |. a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - g( t0 H+ R( B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 P, G: L+ P4 D: p, ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * `# O1 A) p5 W! x. J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . F; J% ?& j2 c; c& k
M ^9 w8 ^ j% q2 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 ^8 D( D& i8 D# f7 r' A
How you suffered for you sanity,( k3 A% A4 M; ` Z+ N. Z3 w7 t! m
How you tried to set them free, 9 s: P: ^2 I& L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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