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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! J) N7 V( Z; g% }! d* m% {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 A' k/ x" _% F' @+ I3 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ B T3 ^# F" S6 t2 F d7 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + P E, \! c" a8 T& n' h7 z% s2 P' ?# D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- o8 y. i3 |3 J3 V$ J/ jHow you suffered for you sanity, / |9 N5 }4 ^1 |7 ?
How you tried to set them free, ! y4 q* ~8 L6 U2 R+ x5 I* A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ?$ d& s5 F& w# w7 e0 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* W; S0 K1 J8 o/ B; f( W0 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 k4 ~( n3 }& I, q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 w) \) N9 c4 ^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, 3 R, O' p* E; E% R* b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* u* Y0 i" c7 a; U! H) SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- P3 [+ o( b. R2 g# L+ VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% @. Y: {7 v. ]" WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : t0 H5 j/ F. T) m8 h/ A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ?7 s0 f& z. N) }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * k% i. A5 \, J x: K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & o3 F F; M$ y/ f: M* H- \6 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 w3 j/ P4 i8 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 U0 J1 m: S/ r% i2 e) X9 ]) Q- d0 d
How you suffered for you sanity,/ ~" b0 w. T) i6 H
How you tried to set them free, % x1 e0 a) x7 |( j2 A+ \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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