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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 x* ~$ u4 X# d0 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' y0 J X3 J5 N/ ?& j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ K" H+ ~" T& Z. h" w' Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ p& u$ s8 r0 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ^% g. u) B H- {8 e+ W l
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 }2 f2 J) S" q& R' dHow you tried to set them free, K. q6 A1 r) M' C) u# ?7 \6 h$ H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# S. L- W2 k3 n) g$ q. v, aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 \* t$ i) n. b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' P3 @: x) v; L) }/ }- u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % E( M4 m2 W, e, T; Q% h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 c' s* Z0 n! l. tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + @. V# D! N0 ]6 p; l* {( |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + x* o; B0 ?3 y% h0 U$ H a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ w- I$ }+ {$ D8 w, R4 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, . ?8 q3 y' n+ D# C0 \2 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 w. k5 k* ?" b1 A4 Q, F
- P1 X4 M E$ m& }5 T* KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % b6 t+ d5 Q# w3 g) E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! F7 h+ p5 n3 p1 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + K4 j& u& x8 |+ L6 ?" N# K$ O" u+ N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 n% Q3 ^6 Q2 y5 k3 D, \6 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 I* f% m' n3 A( q) L, ?9 FHow you suffered for you sanity,5 o/ f- x# c6 \, f; [. A
How you tried to set them free, " G. F2 y7 g7 H- g! V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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