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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( Q) H/ V5 n2 I) H5 E S- d" u- qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
}7 _5 X2 s* _ c7 X' [/ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. A3 B6 m6 X, y3 m* ^; w6 a3 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) L9 [* W/ C) }3 Z: cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& i$ U1 l& y5 m0 f: S; q; i+ r
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 d9 I. J% @7 r6 D E! Y
How you tried to set them free, # @9 i, k5 _/ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 K' ]% O# m Q5 X- k3 [3 D2 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( P$ v# {: K2 {; b+ K4 J- k! V+ fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 E' o {# s* V6 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ]5 V& s' ~% B8 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 z; M x( @. W9 E: k9 u6 F1 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 B/ W: ] n+ g( z- ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ D& r: ~; i$ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ^" ` Q# d$ _3 @2 w- dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' G' [% k- X( j9 X9 B, E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. g. N2 D! n; w- o1 p" d
. d* m2 ?- y7 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 ?, g( k. H5 @; V" @; T$ s& f4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' C/ w% X2 U v( }: _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
]' G% a8 ^( y/ d# F% ?% jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) p4 Z% a) I2 c p t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; }9 G: a& n1 D6 `% ~' iHow you suffered for you sanity,
( r" @$ K2 [( O- I% E! zHow you tried to set them free, $ _: t0 C7 i$ ?- V$ |6 u9 n5 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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