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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 U. l0 Y3 i/ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " |& I4 f; [" A3 W, P8 }9 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 q/ h$ h& I" ?3 ~- p# z7 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) u$ r8 e( S( G+ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' R2 y/ D4 E9 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ s% Q' F( x3 \: E$ N0 R rHow you tried to set them free,
" |4 G) T' Y) e" ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- V1 k# } A1 R5 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 q' ~+ L2 D, D/ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ W( l" U) J0 d' ?( p* s% U; HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / e8 C* ]9 N" ?7 n. m+ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Q) b# S m: |4 Y b0 L& o+ q$ _7 x$ S
1 p0 R! @; x2 a3 a4 o) jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; A4 j2 O' f9 k q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 y7 X5 J. W/ m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 m! v* V# P. d0 z& g5 x# f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; t5 P- p" |& l$ _+ q2 a* Q3 p: T, JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ |8 J" A! X( I: Q4 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: n1 @6 V9 o3 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . k' N4 r# G3 E9 p3 A7 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% b' x3 H" |# N# P) M2 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
% w6 z5 U# u+ l. Z4 _5 ^ |How you tried to set them free, 2 t. A G; H, B! }6 F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 O1 M! Z' s. j y* RPerhaps they never will. |
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