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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 E+ | U' M7 M3 U6 z- ^; [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - q+ O! }# B* j$ X6 ]$ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, f' x$ o* K% e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 |6 @! k' b" ]& yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 n. \+ s$ O8 W$ i8 b/ ^! OHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^( y" C) s h) x4 YHow you tried to set them free,
, t# r: _7 d. C8 A& j; w* q, SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 p0 `, J/ ]2 Y# [. D1 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , q1 w7 |6 C5 Z7 @* U& Y) i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 C- a7 ? o4 {1 u4 y) H# u* X( cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( o9 K* g. b4 ?3 z- j- J* l7 Z3 F
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, % o0 {* v! k( q: X* ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % U: d) @/ N0 e, q. m; t: G& K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. l1 k' C& i2 l0 Y9 h) P& o8 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ]# j7 ]6 O2 r$ Q8 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; W* ?6 d2 p* p) k: m
0 f6 A( I4 v" o/ ^2 o) U6 z' ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % S' E* S7 ~4 u- X/ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( Z+ `1 R* c" B0 p8 P: R/ A/ Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % n5 @1 y7 w* \
The 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, . B( B' k" E- R( }
How you suffered for you sanity,% n9 X, E4 l" \, j/ k
How you tried to set them free, 2 [/ u- K% E2 y) G. @% Q0 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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