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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( O8 f: h1 T3 j/ X" o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: O* `; w8 n( p! zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 |- R. A* k9 H8 _9 d6 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 v3 k# a% D, h3 I4 H ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,# ?# v+ K. c. {5 [
How you suffered for you sanity, ' y2 ~& ~4 J/ P u
How you tried to set them free, . q: y8 d1 p# v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , U! }4 J% `! u. L7 f3 @6 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 o/ r% w3 o0 b, r( B, C4 N/ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# i- d/ c Z8 n! ~7 ~8 l$ TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' L) g% V' Q9 Q( A; dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % P, r, j; {( s: M- s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * |" j" r4 t# |- B/ f& S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 B8 I; i; x" |0 v3 p) V$ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" q) T" Q& N+ X3 g: N( [But I could have told you, Vincent,
U7 m1 h) C/ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 _. q1 {% R5 f( _9 O/ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, t# `+ b! g% n$ e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 {# ~0 {7 L L" v' I0 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( L7 r t9 V( j4 c8 l8 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ^' Q$ Y& c& b
. q' S/ m- A2 x2 {1 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( _% E* X( z; L- Q/ B9 o) r1 ~) {How you suffered for you sanity,
* h+ N# `- Z' d! T9 ^$ DHow you tried to set them free,
: f$ U' b2 o: X# ]They would not listen they're not listening still, & V- p+ a \9 t J2 F2 O# {
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