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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - e) }+ [! A1 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. z; U3 m0 w, N. `. Y) n3 P1 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 l8 o4 h1 I5 A# f7 s& x# m3 N2 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# p' G1 l7 v8 V( v7 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me, Z0 U* _4 ~ K7 C" Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 V7 l& B5 ?& O. d3 iHow you tried to set them free, " K% x8 L7 l' x$ ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ?2 L" _2 X, |- _/ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 G+ Q& A% v% G$ g2 a! gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Q' b% u# X/ \: [7 [) o W" q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + h2 _. `* l8 `9 Z( a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 e. h) d; d1 _$ j1 r- ]6 E
2 H3 N2 A. C# _7 p' n8 }, \+ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' n. s) _% e9 v; A- ?3 U4 L8 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" L, u0 K; U8 I4 q' R7 l; zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * M: O; `, I2 H, k% ~+ F
But I could have told you, Vincent, # b$ b, U; }1 q B$ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( _- G4 Z9 ^6 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Y0 G& j7 Y$ C) S+ [9 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, H" w @6 [# v1 X6 {- A$ J2 y7 [2 S6 BThe 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,
+ m3 |, e' K0 c2 a6 EHow you suffered for you sanity,' R5 ]7 N' h( h$ B! }
How you tried to set them free, " l$ r2 l+ g) i5 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, T& x) x5 }4 r4 w* t6 p4 [+ L
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