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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 d% L% a: O* E* q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; m F7 Q0 ~$ z+ ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& m. P* b- k+ ^- D! ^2 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % L8 {5 C7 b- o+ g' b" F( F5 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, y9 [. P! \7 E- T) U
How you suffered for you sanity,
( r& j+ n( u) K/ i# r' t" P# K; H; \How you tried to set them free, \2 \! a c3 I r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 v1 j( @8 m! b: D0 }* _6 h' cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& r o) c1 A2 t5 Z% L, h$ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * l7 u, a: |4 D: r0 X* `" a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 ~6 ` M2 q7 n1 r) jWeathered 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,
6 r- K- C0 d/ ~! f1 C! a# ?' eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, |1 o! Y, F+ |/ g9 s- Q2 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, : {/ f, g/ O8 p. \/ x* F9 s: m: T* a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 m' L7 J! G/ W- l. P; p oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 I- \5 c7 ~) q1 `6 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 d% x6 O9 B) M+ u4 X! i; {7 C9 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ^1 s6 X( d: }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
q; i2 ~ m8 f7 o% y6 j, JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 N& J) K! z/ R/ h! A! H
, O+ l4 a7 u& `' W; m+ W$ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ h( {2 h5 V4 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,* V9 `7 m( m/ B8 v: s& R, a
How you tried to set them free, " Q/ { u2 |7 \' I* n0 ~" r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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