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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# V+ `" M' _9 p) r9 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( n: ^; @8 g; F/ I. B; H3 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. S; l0 ]. [7 C( g+ {6 F. ~6 W# aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 Q: V* t. m+ P ~# x8 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Q5 [! S2 r2 u/ b+ l: J3 j& V
How you suffered for you sanity, % X; `0 z4 F4 S, ]. p' l
How you tried to set them free, . H0 G/ Q, U, ~0 n6 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ C+ c/ z* p$ J$ S+ O5 l& @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 L. ?) V/ Y6 x6 B/ n, e9 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 {' ^0 S: h+ h7 j# q; k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* {+ |$ s3 D7 s5 K* S5 |! @) FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; {2 o" {/ p5 s9 D% K3 j2 \7 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & M$ m) y3 }! X# F( O5 ~8 m5 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 C% J8 n6 ]4 \* C- Y! z0 t# S/ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 @5 W5 b! n; zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 i* B' }( f3 f' YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 j9 w& m. v6 w8 H$ P3 O
$ o) K9 D% v/ @7 O! z$ i3 \. a3 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Q( \" @$ [+ c$ s3 @- ]/ [4 u2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! F5 [" ^% r8 B1 w) [8 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . x. c9 E7 t% G( \ c, A; J! V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . o4 h/ ]/ M! ?1 s2 S4 {* ^5 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' v& M! x4 C4 A' Z& e; R
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 b0 v; R; d% D# `9 @How you tried to set them free, . E2 @ b/ u# |' L) n! e p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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