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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- O! `% z+ c$ D0 |3 m2 q: |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - s$ u* Q3 O! C; X% f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 z4 i7 U6 ?& G K* GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) W3 {- i1 I5 G6 q. YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" n- F$ r% z1 }How you suffered for you sanity,
) r, A9 B% f- h% m3 E @How you tried to set them free,
/ L3 ~# u- j' X$ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; E" E2 K; D) H4 i% w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 @7 F- n. b: M! {/ j8 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ^ v( y# c5 E* R5 R6 ]7 a. z8 a4 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & d6 w- u& I0 V& {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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a: w M1 N& ]* \; P9 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , a ^/ N* h. b3 O9 ^. ]1 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 k" U! W, b8 S! V! W' XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 G j2 O' u' xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 K8 q# P$ T+ C$ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 W% o, @7 D0 ~$ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 a/ e3 @! Q4 T7 V6 w8 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % q g3 x4 c# [4 h3 N5 l( x3 E0 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + X/ u, }; Q) [3 D% A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , R3 q" t: y& l' S1 @0 ~" r
, j& K; W* F" x# Y5 \& ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * V* x6 c6 L1 W# [; j- Z7 i
How you suffered for you sanity,; S0 N- o2 i4 z, H7 E
How you tried to set them free, q# N+ B" o( d. Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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