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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 [/ n/ d) f2 \- a( r' [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ S! U! O1 B0 t$ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! E. J: j) }8 q5 S' D% ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 C9 H( x' `" j. x2 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! D* J/ G$ R+ I fHow you suffered for you sanity,
; J3 G5 B/ ]4 E. {6 j# XHow you tried to set them free, ; m3 E( n9 v5 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 i9 Z* Y+ B" ^1 K5 v; M: g! B ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& W8 a4 w4 L: WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 X3 i$ W/ u1 ^# \1 v# S3 @% y: y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 A/ ]8 ~/ e# g: S. G7 JWeathered 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,
' F8 E" d% [% q1 O) O& C9 m- ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e4 n ~0 o7 C% ~! O" l4 c; F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( q/ ]7 l$ ~1 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
, r) w1 r+ G0 F+ Y; QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 B; ?. y% E, J* W7 ^8 n
2 k# l" L" g& P# {; UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( @( o; w# A7 T( G$ g& L9 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: ]9 l6 [3 l0 V( k5 E% X+ HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) s6 [& c- @* UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * e, {1 N% A. g: D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, B i4 k1 A. A2 x! @( r- `3 O) XHow you suffered for you sanity,( L' {1 K [$ |: C
How you tried to set them free,
, S2 i7 V0 i) GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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