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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) o7 R$ W* u% lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 q- ?& g& E7 n5 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 @, J3 `- i, p. B6 c$ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* b7 v% I3 |" v4 F( R9 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: d/ D$ `/ _) c7 m
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 d* q: V, D) S4 `3 z! t `& y
How you tried to set them free,
1 u$ n k5 {6 V, V1 q9 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / s# D* t. G3 t& B( m4 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 P& t' [) a3 `3 v b2 S9 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ @ _$ e ?* b' W- ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; `9 m h( S3 k. w sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) N% F7 w- v3 G3 f' PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 `! i. v. N$ x8 @' wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
l. ?/ m; j* M$ o+ BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 g* H7 U% N# `8 y5 iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' I8 _$ m8 R% m& W1 z- y+ ?# LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: p. z! f+ a' l+ K6 o9 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" A4 C) x9 \# p; |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# x7 _! B% }' G( I! |( NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- V4 v- m) y! M1 P/ DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . H r3 M. K! G0 E
5 T, k# j) Z- X$ {7 K5 p, DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) m" f. k9 C/ [4 P8 m7 yHow you suffered for you sanity, \$ e! r) S% {. }1 V7 G; @7 S
How you tried to set them free, 7 t, U+ C% l% g# [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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