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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : L2 d$ a% L/ v5 O: l/ q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( u$ J9 x. g9 Z# \* m$ T* l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" T K' f8 E) dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) W. L' C; J% M$ e: t2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Q# L: B1 b- y2 M ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 x% `: U) }+ k6 x3 U) ?6 B
How you tried to set them free, 0 [, a; f4 J1 }& p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 A2 y$ W) I7 E4 |6 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ]. i2 o! d o ` ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 r; ]' O; f" ?! l# A- u* H' p' RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 z, s v9 B: [# B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' y* v& I& o: T2 i) Z9 z7 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% c! W5 K; S# Z7 G6 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x* O( {" J+ y& M9 H1 Y0 G- y% sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 ^) x3 D) R5 w0 ]0 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. E8 g( _0 B$ e+ d8 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 V8 h& p$ F2 t, t; g3 N" p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r2 F0 d9 I; b7 C* ~- l. pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& r) K: Z+ F+ H# sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- t# Y% W; a7 \% u! iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ \# ^# x) c4 Q) ~How you suffered for you sanity,; p# L6 u7 J- g% b) S `
How you tried to set them free, ! r) \5 n7 h! \! `' v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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