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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! I g1 z( d0 J2 L, d; {+ E3 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& Y( P: r$ `7 J. k% _- i4 p. o! TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 m* O1 l& P4 Y$ ^5 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- A5 b" ^5 a0 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- `# c$ ~- j$ K' g# F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Z3 G0 j4 ]* z9 WHow you tried to set them free,
. r. ]$ l) @, g' C+ H' FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 T2 q4 c3 V( D4 X) tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , ? c' A% U& E; ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + |8 H6 W H+ V' |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& h1 N& E9 O ]8 u8 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 r4 Y9 _' Y( ]* ^5 R4 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Y, @: R+ Q# k7 J- g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " O8 J2 Z$ h/ x6 g. M3 g. `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ L2 _5 w* j2 S6 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* `0 q1 p4 h; ?0 x v5 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % n. Q' J( z8 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! k% E0 q. k; [4 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 o W' A1 o9 b" s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ W5 o8 a. C9 K' N4 U1 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & [6 I. k7 G# t% t- v8 D
1 y) I8 N1 P! }+ A+ SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + d) s7 b( M, }. F# d9 J) j
How you suffered for you sanity,2 ]/ g1 p. M8 A1 |, U
How you tried to set them free, . T# c7 B1 h( }, @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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