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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 U/ _% O* w6 v- QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( Z* j+ t" z, sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. v7 ?3 ~- R6 t, e: A' v4 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( {9 Z# M8 ^& `. c7 |6 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, P( U# O' L* o5 _) DHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 x$ ] a( w0 x4 v3 ~ Q
How you tried to set them free, * @6 a* Y% z* o" u3 s$ K1 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 }3 X, I$ }. v& U/ |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / e; O' {6 j8 ~7 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 t% P! E' d2 G7 q( w' fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 h* z& h' L! C7 K( r9 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 h, t- f r; t& M* {' r) W
4 M& Z h+ d5 Y& J0 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 X$ c5 t& P3 k+ R8 @, J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 W! ^7 i7 g& j3 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 x1 D5 S# L$ x) d) z
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ g, q0 _, a5 f. J) [6 s1 J! y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / V: [) t: R" m& B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 l6 S* }- d/ N) {9 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ N) j- {5 {5 Z3 X# PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H8 B. l- u3 [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,
; V) m- c/ a. M; ]7 lHow you suffered for you sanity,1 O: K, O9 v" s6 u! q
How you tried to set them free, ( Y/ s2 E' {0 h4 B+ l" X6 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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