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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ _6 x/ Q$ W- Q6 Q* uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ }: B1 ?, q4 I2 ]2 q3 }3 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( j% ~1 r8 R- h: a/ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ~5 z: B% I9 [+ k: w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( n3 k$ |/ o2 p5 @How you suffered for you sanity,
, l9 z! a; N( R' I& {7 }8 hHow you tried to set them free, 0 S% }- b F4 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 U) E3 c0 D4 [6 E0 r6 p# A0 N; IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~! K) U7 D0 Y8 x1 b( G9 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( |) z1 ?6 \' d8 A" G: V: YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , o: t. c9 \# M% G- T3 ?9 P. T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 E( E `: J0 w% G7 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
H( A, c# r* E B# @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" d# X- N6 h0 m! ~/ }/ O, KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + T, H) m. a8 O# u' Q$ B, ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ x+ q$ y: A/ }3 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + V0 u1 c6 |2 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) m0 s, R& b/ W3 v: i+ y, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; }& r7 o! x& `( q% h8 d5 X' nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - l' }7 j- F9 P( ?1 u b
/ r! T1 n# ?9 C, s; sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- q) D" M0 N( IHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 O5 e; u0 V! B! E$ v THow you tried to set them free,
: j) {- e0 N) o6 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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