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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 z# ~- H# R: O E9 X$ B/ P lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 }; l% |3 {3 h: b' y9 d K" v" @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- H4 a) o) F: b# x8 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 A U" z3 x- H# I) v4 s+ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 v" m& }* K) f. k/ tHow you suffered for you sanity, . V5 j! Y& X( L
How you tried to set them free,
6 e9 l o: |; Y+ ?; O$ @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 u% A, s5 E8 n' y4 N+ a7 z* i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% k5 s5 y) R/ h9 t/ o! {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 e4 w+ E* l; T( jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ]$ h5 m, ?" v `& WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 I1 _8 i0 a) T3 f6 G) r2 t- K; C3 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' W ~4 C- F: v I6 |% nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, T% W1 W R- c4 U& g5 ]: j. U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 @+ a) y, x4 |/ C! CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ~) A% {0 O$ o P. x0 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) s/ W, q% z/ \ T) F8 F
& b9 y: `: j5 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Q; r1 p9 x$ G; ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( X- R+ X1 e% Y: jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / y2 j, w0 H% j, i' {4 w1 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ ^, K7 i4 C4 d8 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 y. k7 W! H" z! @1 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
: f- X8 t$ |( hHow you tried to set them free, / _! p. U |& x# c0 Q; ^% V" E! G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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