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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) o ?# E" D) F: T* B+ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% T+ w+ ?) g8 J& UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* S- E8 u( N: C7 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 G8 M+ d0 n$ S# PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 r2 l& @& @6 F* N3 w! x$ \7 THow you suffered for you sanity,
5 e0 _2 y! y2 {1 VHow you tried to set them free, 6 Z5 f4 \# z- f+ X0 e G) u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 z! l0 C2 M: U3 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ? B- h' X. a: k: f) m& eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! f5 F7 o1 O) D, g% K5 y3 e/ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 T; b: L0 T* E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 D( j" z# V$ n# t5 X6 A
7 }$ J8 x$ b' b0 e5 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; M4 m: J- T7 m& nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 B$ A# c* o' p% F4 Z: BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: T0 g; A: s% L8 iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
R/ o \7 j" ~" e1 W7 A. a- ^# PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( o! P4 R. [. @* V$ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " r1 w0 F, c3 R: b3 {0 Q5 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , X7 k0 R) J) ^% Z9 A! V5 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 W- z( o8 S1 O) A$ L
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, 9 J( a0 F6 t: m# w& k3 }$ Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% u8 r( Z( y/ m$ `/ sHow you tried to set them free, $ H4 i' ^# z$ W3 u8 o3 N% n& R0 r
They would not listen they're not listening still, " C% w' Y: r7 ~1 F) A% F& y
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