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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' s4 p: L$ `7 C, v! W$ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 a% n9 j) V0 q+ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; j9 g7 Z& f! Z, F, C3 I7 `) W" CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 V, t5 @8 T# d6 L& s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 v1 X9 ^! a" d
How you suffered for you sanity,
; L5 K+ o; Q, y) i+ L: P# oHow you tried to set them free, 8 P) f' q& c- W% o3 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % g4 ]% ^0 l+ `( r% ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) c: C8 A$ v1 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ t2 g" i6 E2 w( PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 i! ^% ^' H, ?) m- l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . H6 M2 B; U) p2 f, X1 J+ D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Y$ i3 r. x# V* TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% h- l6 D2 P& {; fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; S) U x5 N5 L1 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ T. k6 y. b2 W) X, m* @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - _6 G* c& S: g# Z: x; f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ j' \3 |+ I" k. ?4 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ a3 Z0 D# U" W6 p$ m0 @3 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Z4 [# d- n" [3 ?4 r+ J( zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % b0 a1 v. a9 L$ T1 I+ p, j
* {, A) J& l& U9 p. e0 R$ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 b1 Y. L4 e/ p* Z0 M* T' CHow you suffered for you sanity," z- h2 j7 F' _8 y
How you tried to set them free, 0 n5 M& I7 w5 ] i( u1 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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