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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 j) t6 t: c0 _6 f8 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ^1 g& W4 K" n2 l; `+ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. e2 c/ a3 J, N# c4 G2 h* ^: ~/ uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ u! v) ^: u! o* ~( V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 ^5 D( G. A( vHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 q' G! Y0 ]2 f* Q0 n
How you tried to set them free,
3 p9 g$ i `2 g% D3 c0 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( M0 Z K0 ?9 L/ u4 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" a3 M' D) l0 K7 J8 e x& s2 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' @* j" Z' G* d" QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, D o' |$ m+ `5 i3 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " _6 F# o5 J3 {% B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! {0 b" O V& i1 V ~0 y2 ]' T8 F( W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' @8 w/ \0 W6 ]) H9 A) E7 t7 b6 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % d2 s& C/ N d7 H; @* N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 h% c O5 t+ }* W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / L2 o9 S: c- {$ s0 B0 w, [' A; w7 x
1 _5 u" a0 r& W1 a) y2 {. ^' E. mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . U( Z4 q& _, t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; o# V) F& g" ~9 {! iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 h! x6 B& O& w s/ C, r$ X9 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * o; v9 R+ O! J1 }% L7 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* O T$ V2 M: j* m8 Y2 DHow you suffered for you sanity,# Y4 @4 ~# E. C2 n0 A! [
How you tried to set them free, 5 H% q! [. F# X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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