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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ]9 g3 p% ?# RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Z4 h! r5 E9 V: `6 j; |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 t3 k; _' J1 k3 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. f7 g' f0 l! w# k" N+ a% H2 _$ X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. `, w' P$ V0 n6 k/ Q* X1 a/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity, & Y' m1 b' w! |5 ?
How you tried to set them free, 3 b$ j: l+ S& e8 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( @6 d6 m3 F3 q( Y+ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# s4 ~$ J% Y" }1 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# s1 Z1 O. n% J' q! s# \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ O0 _6 s4 x3 C/ T" x! }8 l. l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 U: w% ]& I" u0 V2 e" T+ B, }* |' s! Z+ I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ^8 {: \& l( T; T5 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 d' K* k0 E4 r7 R: KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 W4 d9 T" q5 }0 i' |: [: T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 B0 E9 O" m) N) jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % J. K8 H p* v9 K/ B; d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* \% L" d+ ^/ R: }5 E$ w" ^+ [# VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 j8 v3 ?: r2 L }* P9 u: p! oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % F* U; r( L/ a0 H
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,
( ^7 `* O& v) Y c* F( w$ cHow you suffered for you sanity,3 Q, Z# {, s+ h3 y+ E
How you tried to set them free, 3 z A+ f" s: F" C6 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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