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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 u$ H' m1 h d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ N, M, T n4 _: l8 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: h3 M$ I) `, N5 N. e, ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . D& }- A: y# q3 d8 j* j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 X* ^& |7 h* H4 T+ t) H2 B. T
How you suffered for you sanity, * w9 T) s3 T" R- S- s
How you tried to set them free, , N: r/ `5 `" `- M# d2 B" K9 T& V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! T& d' @: L- q4 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & H. R9 w- z; h* ~! P( ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 y' Z& Y3 o$ d- U3 \5 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 t' U+ A# [' }( {6 s+ m7 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & D; A, G6 M9 {7 d0 x, A1 E
w2 Q2 s, d( A# G& N+ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . u1 U& r& W) C0 e; o d" V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 A+ u+ N5 `& Q3 P: X" \0 G7 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 i) n3 a2 a1 D) y. {% {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ n( t: y7 B' y$ K: d# `; M9 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' W& t- m" D! b% a" B0 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; }# g* v& T" B& XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- t* l0 K; T4 R6 V4 a9 Z! r; aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 R- m3 T+ G9 w2 F8 ^. ?* q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( o6 c; f, l9 S5 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! J1 T( S9 j! D( oHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 v& N/ B$ R: @3 aHow you tried to set them free,
! Z7 x/ o6 g6 b) {6 w( UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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