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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 }9 [/ o* P" s, a+ f, P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 {3 F! g; ]: ]8 {/ I: qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' E" T2 }4 O; LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) C# d! \, x, ?* Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" v- m7 E6 D y. Q0 G" wHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 F* K* c, ?' b* m2 J- o1 r4 p
How you tried to set them free, ( M5 A% T& w" \" B* Y$ a0 N+ ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 j5 {4 q- y) s$ x$ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 l6 ~9 G7 _5 W& C9 f- n( |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 R [. Q- A2 e9 ]! M2 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : n2 p" ] k0 o% X- q! l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 p8 G7 O; t* m0 [, l: |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % f% c9 I* n* z M+ S: ]( G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! b2 X* G( r6 W% }$ d7 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( ]# W( Q$ F& J, w2 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" w4 Y, O9 r) OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : U8 S/ B& W3 N$ z! R7 i
1 U% S* F- S* Z/ _8 R4 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. x* g. L! ^4 w' h7 Z6 w; {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ]; y4 q# n8 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 G6 z) ]' F6 M( w, i# m- V9 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 {9 W7 t1 s2 K- f0 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' s* c1 ^/ ]5 w; ~How you suffered for you sanity,( T0 g" a2 j3 f/ _' i2 E+ I
How you tried to set them free, 2 K3 H9 C ^' S0 V6 C+ T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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