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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, W6 l: w# V6 _0 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - n/ F. ?. j1 l$ `; K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! u8 ~. X) `; v6 _6 H5 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 S2 d" g p4 P4 ^1 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
h/ T/ a1 `0 h; M$ e2 ^How you suffered for you sanity, ! U) g8 g5 S8 j- h% X
How you tried to set them free, : k/ J3 r0 z6 B& T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ J3 r; {0 J+ z' a6 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 [$ k- j8 u; c6 e" @* i, a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ [- W5 @& u& z% }: z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 G# e& K/ {* W, _2 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * R5 P: B5 ^) b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # d+ v: F% K3 i* T0 r0 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - T% g8 e! K. d, C" v% L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . S2 W8 o8 L' U! ^& {! n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, P/ n3 K# H" r5 }# U8 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ]9 ]+ y; v' U5 P# C2 c, a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 s; A" s: ?) tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 g! Q! H& m) e: HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# F( r& Q) `( [; VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . G& q* J7 o' g3 b/ C- ~; d
[0 U: F$ e* Z3 X( t2 h& ~1 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) r2 ]( L' j, |3 Y) jHow you suffered for you sanity,
' O( V' B! n+ m4 a0 Y4 Z8 eHow you tried to set them free, 2 `: J: }5 h3 I4 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 y J6 ? g) H1 F7 _
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