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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 h1 h2 G+ i x F. mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 T6 P. I) s. d& X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," j1 {8 J: k* s+ b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ t7 v N9 t) w- RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 k O; I" k7 g0 n1 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
. B6 u, w7 U7 IHow you tried to set them free,
4 O& W1 b6 Y+ J% u% H, D) W3 }9 l* u9 l0 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% ^7 c0 p3 v: b* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 D, K. t |+ q# i4 o: L' K6 X- ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ^0 r% S' @: x. \/ ]( nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- g7 R3 _8 ?& a! l8 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ f( I. X# L8 G5 d/ |9 y
: g; Z% z0 }6 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ~- `( u8 y2 Z0 O4 F! A8 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , A- \) H7 E+ q' H8 f; G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , L2 F( U, F- N6 F! y) Z( u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 \, ^. F" Y+ f" G t! v7 U5 s; m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # m. J, l' V+ H/ Y- f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 e$ X* E: o* @: W5 e2 t4 S" LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) \+ Z8 W; V$ }! P; [, S7 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I& z, [: w6 z' L, EThe 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,
* K; Y1 T2 I; K BHow you suffered for you sanity,, o- X! ^# q% I, B
How you tried to set them free, / H7 y) U- f/ ?! L, v( i- M( `! G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% |9 K9 `" u1 `Perhaps they never will. |
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