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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* A2 e) m+ q9 g! M. u6 Q" s! ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % j4 P9 F9 A( d: c7 | r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 _( [- n! Z4 \: Q" q$ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* ]) |2 I% I& {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* P0 i: x3 U7 S. \7 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
) H6 J6 E0 j: g8 {" L- @How you tried to set them free,
0 w0 Y" X; g( x% h; c& |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# b& g9 K& E O0 H Y- o4 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 N, i: I3 t' ]4 K _# ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / K V! z8 Y3 s: z+ Z# O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * u0 k* N1 S% O: v% ]% g, P- f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ v1 h9 l% Y& z0 V) Q9 Y% H! HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, h: z8 S+ h# n& @& iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. S: o1 g, t* N ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, + a( | m4 u/ I( J4 ?! v% J, y+ K% b
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; M( t0 Y) h3 z+ ^% Y8 ]$ B! Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & u- Q2 v) U. k' G
' n, }* j; R4 m' x# I/ Y' z' @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( k6 F' ]; U& i' X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& j' v- V4 |& `, e1 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - r8 R# ~; Q; A# j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 t6 e1 }+ d1 o2 g8 s! P2 [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ S7 B* A' t. w# C+ m) x3 @How you suffered for you sanity,
9 g3 Q2 X5 U1 D, Q7 V+ ^How you tried to set them free,
5 e! ^% ]9 t2 a; WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ]0 z9 R9 _- j* |Perhaps they never will. |
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