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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( f4 B* d! J8 I4 e' ^0 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ q% U1 J0 P' ^5 m2 n; hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 R4 v5 y5 w9 k' k }2 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) N/ a$ C1 w7 ^) `1 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ I$ z# _0 s) M4 AHow you suffered for you sanity, ) R* H. A) Y2 u: I0 |
How you tried to set them free, 6 B: ]4 q- M! t+ t' C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ^ \; h6 j. z7 K9 a$ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' W. }" _6 \9 D# Z; HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 T% e9 M' }; G; {& QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z" E6 k- W+ w! g8 w$ `
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, & U; F' x' M" l. e1 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 f; s6 d& m6 o }. }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 e- I1 x4 V) Z( I
But I could have told you, Vincent, " a* ?- o; v# [6 N2 t$ v* c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ^) _- d' o+ {# S' XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 @- u- T6 h. `2 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: J0 D/ ~3 q" S- d. U' _, P, QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" w; w# q) L; l) V/ M7 W1 h$ eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Z2 C! _6 S3 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 z1 X6 A8 M9 J% a
How you suffered for you sanity,- Q2 h5 Z3 P+ Q$ L, u2 e7 D. ]
How you tried to set them free, 0 k8 E! {+ w5 C8 F! i( L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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