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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & K6 e! `9 E- }& n' m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! b2 E2 h/ q9 P; a8 d7 @5 x2 U; K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ K9 G; s% L2 }4 c1 f1 x" `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # u. o& N6 S3 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- k" r) S" o7 K; F" O zHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 V+ }1 h7 C3 {3 X
How you tried to set them free,
% F- ~6 ?2 R) _( c9 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 |" [: t5 I2 i" k6 {. y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * @5 X* z+ Q& g# \ |% @5 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* |2 k8 ^3 T+ c7 R- p% mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, s1 m( O/ U; t. P' r# R+ R
Weathered 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, 6 q" X& `/ r& I9 d4 ]; P' D; G" W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' |, G3 m' F6 U( O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 e Y v. D3 d6 t, \$ ` v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 J; q2 a/ l+ p9 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * _7 N8 ~' Q$ H: l& e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 L" i* a* q. O- aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ` g( q, O, j, ?) F( r- Z% @' U4 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& k+ e; _! F8 f( G/ l; mThe 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,
% x+ F, Q# y4 ^3 RHow you suffered for you sanity,* }1 P( l3 A3 k) N
How you tried to set them free,
% b Q/ z' l3 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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