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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! X1 b/ f& @. `. w' {$ }3 L9 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 R* m# c) E0 ?! {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* v1 w" g; D8 J$ |) e \% x" k9 ?0 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~7 i9 T/ j1 Y- Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& g w5 L6 W# u1 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
) f4 H d; g7 P5 `$ q7 H2 a, mHow you tried to set them free,
. ^/ U# R( z( y8 P9 R! ^3 F5 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) n6 H0 o1 p2 ?, MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! q6 m2 n+ d1 w# \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ O: ~$ I9 ^; v' [9 [* e6 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ~' o. k, y) C7 c2 T9 c$ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 R6 u6 }' _8 M+ d
0 i- U7 [$ R w! D6 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. e. k4 i( j! U8 @4 J) EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ G3 _$ s6 E* d9 e4 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' `* N9 A' G, k6 P1 v8 E& Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' G4 Z( c' Y& B% A2 k, I q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' b8 C- O. R1 v; }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 A j) R9 [/ F& Q$ M/ y7 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ B/ r7 e9 n" o# F- `7 g; T5 O; B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / t% ^, U1 l0 V0 `% F3 T& k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ]$ ?; c! u6 v4 [
How you suffered for you sanity,5 t+ W, w! z) p2 p; \8 Y% f; ^- A
How you tried to set them free,
: a) c5 _+ b; \+ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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