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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 U( g, ]& t3 p+ h2 |6 O7 ?) `6 f+ j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 z' [' o7 l) l. K* N: [ f2 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# R8 {# ]# k4 m- @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
d7 l6 a$ V, j* S* z" Z$ j0 ]. bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 \1 a6 ^( g5 }3 l/ E B3 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 {* i. x5 [. @% m/ V! q7 j# eHow you tried to set them free,
0 z0 X2 Q; U2 }4 ^/ N! X$ h4 R6 B/ R" ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ]" [: i# k9 W, {, L- Y1 m4 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - L/ E/ w) T; d8 a8 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- I+ {0 ^* Q/ L. \$ T, qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 W. N0 n* h3 h6 }- \/ o% `
Weathered 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, * x; z2 c' m" T! ]- W# q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / R* r, j# R' P" H) G. d' k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' @9 o B& H6 Z$ k0 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% u% i/ N; ^' u' yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + F+ [( o4 i N( s7 I/ H _4 @
! M$ r3 q/ P. V; y& w- MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - a2 G& k% l/ H5 y9 E- D# w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 F4 i& S" o. u5 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 O) `% ~; F! E+ Q) fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / o: s6 s2 l, U" Y1 x9 @% c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ~; l9 P4 J3 O: _. ?9 n0 @How you suffered for you sanity,- |1 l$ h1 H+ a; f* M6 X) G
How you tried to set them free, 8 i. S) P/ L2 e, Q1 ]2 |7 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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