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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) L$ T9 X) r1 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- W/ N! o5 V) S& }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ W9 c6 X$ q8 A2 S; Q* y+ E1 ~( pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. D/ U$ [! |- C# M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& m; k8 y+ H1 I& U6 v- |! Y- OHow you suffered for you sanity,
' B* p7 l3 H6 t# U0 A, HHow you tried to set them free, - }) ]6 E, }; x) a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" I. S$ H* o/ v/ XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' |$ p2 b, ^3 w0 |( @8 F0 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 _! f/ w) r+ v0 ?2 B2 T% wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- L: p ~: ? _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + w' M7 d0 ]( E9 v+ r, n2 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) b, Y+ f* t( ~. i7 z) A& x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% m: |8 T. F% j8 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 x" N1 A' _! h j$ I0 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 H" Z) U6 S" a: c8 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & O3 d" V' I7 I, W# ?% h( O/ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. l$ j2 b. y" o* S8 Y( L Z* y kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 j/ Y9 x: i% x; c" s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - W3 ?1 a0 v1 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , P0 v1 h& O6 {$ F% u9 g# e' `- B4 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 m. w6 h( g6 A2 v5 @8 i. wHow you tried to set them free, h, a" \4 }" ?; y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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