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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % J, h1 Y2 Y/ Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ Z/ f& K3 i& Y/ c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. N2 r+ p: o* k6 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( x) \, n, m2 n c4 V8 N Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, t: Z+ w! [) C5 N
How you suffered for you sanity, - o' w: f& u8 P" ?: H+ v
How you tried to set them free, % G! \9 s! I. \; q- {. J! Q( ^ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) o1 q$ t9 J5 m& ]( A+ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ z X7 Q# b1 P; Q& ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ]$ ^: I) h& q1 [: [% ^; J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # x2 X! b2 H" N4 n5 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 r7 ?% v: D# c+ J' P/ A2 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) k8 g t. |5 D* {7 b! T# \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( C7 S+ d! C- f0 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; y% {( X( V$ e( y0 I7 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ j; s' f8 v4 {4 B) v6 F% XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " r6 y& c# s2 p1 f6 ]+ U
, ` e2 g; O/ [+ v0 `! f5 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ V5 P" @3 E! @, pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 [7 \$ j2 @0 _: e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ~/ d( @ l+ t, { e \, v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 W1 \2 f9 b; e! f* d. j* C5 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 a4 n2 Q6 }* l3 fHow you tried to set them free, 2 R; V \0 s3 B3 S1 [* u0 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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