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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! A( a, m$ f- A8 v" x* Y6 M* k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" }- q+ E( b: ~4 p& |/ f, e! l/ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; o1 W. \8 [4 }% t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( c1 ^- v$ }. E: o' ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. T6 t4 y$ [5 g6 @+ Y6 g3 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
, N+ \, _, W0 d) ?* W2 JHow you tried to set them free, . X" x; y4 y* P* E3 a; w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & T/ u+ g) Y9 U# K% j3 f+ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , Q' X3 | ^* F. j- e! e- x7 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 v- Q6 u( m6 e( L' N& F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* s( S3 u9 c6 oWeathered 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, * i8 c4 J: p0 P% c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % y7 y& {' S l% o4 D& {* N% p( I9 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 d3 J: m. r3 `- t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" c4 a) t8 w1 F! ?& n0 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 N* W5 B9 ]2 s. y4 D
, o! a# Q4 v' yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 g* M0 v; S" D; M2 X! `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# o9 H# x. d. c# T: |" ?. o9 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 Z# B" }# a' V. m0 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % w( o, H8 u! P/ C- {2 U I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) E' b z& p4 U4 ]2 ?+ i5 nHow you suffered for you sanity,% W4 K0 a0 B" O" X9 q) w
How you tried to set them free, ' ]' B1 m1 p5 e5 v R6 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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