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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . Z7 u7 e" `4 `. O4 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ?& V* Z6 s0 C; d! @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: w( B* X$ \' D$ Z h$ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : h0 q) C/ D1 ~. e% @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( X3 h/ B& n; p+ l$ d) E7 _8 [' e
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 l" D- {# s: D8 B
How you tried to set them free,
: `. Z; R2 }, \6 |) W/ o4 Q# iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ?9 n8 o# b" J' o1 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( F4 q. N) U& h, vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' a3 Y1 R. F/ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 P2 f' [7 Y( z& |+ {" sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 ~- D9 f9 f5 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ?+ V% O- A$ c+ l4 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 O; d" y; i( s9 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + Y) I, z. ]7 l0 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* t: `: h% F- n7 P$ o, h+ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 h8 e% Z" U, r0 T
& q& g( o" v. V" f) HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( T" [* \& c- i# [7 a- y7 Z" @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ K6 b z* z* I5 E2 o4 l" wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 d# q8 Y5 G; {' r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ]3 f6 e' L) |% d" ^. T" E. S$ ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# }# M' V" A; s8 M* f- e- gHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ N) f7 W) ^3 \# rHow you tried to set them free, ; j% {' F: V% y# M! L# ]; a$ J: a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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