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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 `8 }7 X/ z h' `. G+ [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % \. g' i- y0 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 u$ ^1 s6 J% \: X+ z' bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & k& b" j ?1 E6 N( l1 [6 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# P; [3 b: C9 w$ g/ I: @4 |6 N+ Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
) C P6 f* K' DHow you tried to set them free, ; V4 F0 I0 T+ e$ E" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 _% `* u4 x9 V7 K6 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q, o! E" f* v4 w. g e+ dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 `7 Q- @/ e r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! n8 C) S$ p* L# `4 Q/ E0 M: H5 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' J2 l8 P7 A# M' d/ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ S V$ l- v+ q3 ?6 Y' aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 l7 r3 B$ F# _- Y. K; s2 T* d) m! P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ?. E2 S9 p7 `8 c1 |& w+ ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 C e8 o5 P( h. v: u. H2 x: oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 S: ~* F4 Z6 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 {4 W) N9 w. ~$ Q, sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / T: Z# O2 r# P: \ m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . _5 [4 A) m* k. ~, n' }
% l$ i( A0 S) {4 U' z- B% INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; U0 j! ^9 f, f- \- b, lHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ^* W' a m3 M5 `' _7 ZHow you tried to set them free, n- Y+ t& Q" `- _( i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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