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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 K! U2 h, b, W" ~! h3 H2 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- H0 X( m) K1 a8 w- |( A# DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 m5 d4 S) y: k$ e6 q, q) a+ ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" m6 ~+ I4 i" C* F+ P1 s9 a6 E- lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) e* N! D' y8 p6 NHow you suffered for you sanity, # u% ?& F* a7 m @9 E2 ~) T# ^
How you tried to set them free,
6 F% t+ P% j/ p# nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
R5 ?" f6 `1 Z6 p9 u/ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 ^$ a9 v! ^4 P& r7 D) s% D% l- bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, X$ Q* \1 J3 [5 h0 W0 Z) S, K: VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, L- Y4 R; U k8 v( W" |& cWeathered 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,
' d+ \6 m+ G. `) l. {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 L" I* M+ B" JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& |/ Q) e& k0 }& ^8 s& @But I could have told you, Vincent, * t+ n4 M y3 q( P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 j0 h; E1 r- A! X4 O HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - d- _3 v* ] u% g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . k5 p, o# r I) j" I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % J- E9 v2 I% }( a
1 K6 s& N, X" V7 w) bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, M, v5 i! z( o7 \5 i. Y6 D# JHow you suffered for you sanity,/ ]: s: I F$ t' I" U
How you tried to set them free, 7 x3 A+ V# |3 N U7 q5 M1 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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