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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' N. `# o# i4 v \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ s7 ~6 ]- c1 l! ^4 H( H$ eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 P' g5 o2 I( r5 c9 \. i5 [9 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Y1 i: u0 @- V( y2 F* t' u/ {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, k. ^, @: N* F" }
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ Z+ I, e0 G2 d7 T5 k6 W# rHow you tried to set them free,
% T* H1 P+ G' F2 t9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 A& D8 K$ a, g+ x2 ^! u7 l: pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- Y% P% N5 c: i u. r- @ n1 m8 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; S0 i9 ?/ Z0 @' f. r6 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ^: D' ?% Y: i0 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : e) g! ]' Z' b" b& y. _/ \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - y3 Y, r& N" d5 q B8 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & W# F$ u: e8 e! Q( Z+ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 P: U$ i1 ^! C, q+ vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ^$ [8 l" p/ b! UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ ~1 y6 l8 J; _* r; x! |+ vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 `) v! |/ Q' x( ^+ e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & X- b# D, p9 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, a. y: s# H$ a7 S( zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; Y$ A, r7 E1 t
) Z6 n+ Y8 k+ C9 Z e4 A: dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ^5 l3 ~0 D" u3 ?: X& f+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,/ O7 A P( c# G6 x r8 m( g4 X. h t
How you tried to set them free, 0 v9 F' Y) B# g/ i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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