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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 f2 f* k- Y3 F, e) |. M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ l* O- B: ?) @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: e3 ~& p$ u6 \' P" ?5 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 v6 [' ]" X; e5 T# D; l% S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% w9 f5 z( w6 T( {
How you suffered for you sanity,
! M/ K6 t# U! _0 T0 O4 MHow you tried to set them free,
: ]/ l X4 l/ s' b0 E3 R; _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ n0 D# U2 b) u, ]: S3 w- YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 `1 S* I3 B! {" o( ^9 q/ T- Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( |& a. k+ C7 F- y3 }% B9 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 q+ J- f3 `0 J, L S
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,
+ O: h5 c" r% \& v7 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! p# _% r) k: C. C" g/ \' s! D2 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 d1 I1 `% r1 P9 j" X# o- bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 r: e: N+ @9 k. KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 l7 r; {3 b1 {
: p) U0 Q! Q7 e. pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; o; Y* c. f' F# t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 k D* b/ t i, m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( D! E9 A% C6 [1 Y7 h( c: E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ e6 s) E# N5 u) |: w& r1 u3 d7 q
1 B8 S, S& N3 @* RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% z- L+ E, t) N4 `' l; s) S% xHow you suffered for you sanity,
# C9 |* v% _8 f$ ^How you tried to set them free, ; d2 \- I$ q% ~& R, {5 Y" G% o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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