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. d% w& \- w- s4 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - m* b+ ~' V4 U7 P+ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ^! g" r+ N8 c. `# Q: LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
X- a+ I) v& G" S0 Z& [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 \) s8 `- T2 Q4 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 V3 Y. p% @2 k' c. K% ]% c% ]How you suffered for you sanity,
) _: z9 a2 a! D" L, P$ j2 HHow you tried to set them free,
/ J' C3 }5 }! N% `2 P- `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 A5 a( a5 X4 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* o) x% w4 ?3 e( ]# d6 t$ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% Z, }+ K4 K. s2 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Y% e k! b# j/ r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Q& E. D1 c4 W1 \
0 F9 K( i! s( `5 I6 h6 ]! ^4 x- z" K' aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , t- i4 u9 ~8 |5 @. u( r* n9 L: ?: F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 V2 g' ~+ `# J- M4 R: V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : c5 D0 M; P$ A @' @, F# ^( y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 Q1 `& c& d4 \) Z* {- iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, H9 l( y- u- KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' w2 X. j1 V3 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( L) `+ m* a) M( h1 y0 a* b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' C6 J2 a' g) M3 o6 z" ^- YThe 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, 5 ]: ^. Z- w- U' `/ F$ l4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 _3 B: J( n! N+ @4 dHow you tried to set them free, ) `: T& n2 P& `7 o9 S4 [4 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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