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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ m$ [$ c5 B, ~) b1 r- g$ c; fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 h- n/ [4 Z0 E! Y v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, h# G1 n3 R" K; `% C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , s# G$ j- ?8 g% t; _, A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, T0 c; }$ P# CHow you suffered for you sanity, : x% Q5 ]" ~$ Y, w9 l8 J
How you tried to set them free,
/ f+ p+ f. T1 n* U# ]6 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 J/ _5 p$ {; ^7 F0 C0 D2 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U d1 T$ f0 q" h9 n; G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 P% q! a4 r( t+ | U4 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) E2 w/ y3 ]6 h* c0 |; wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 d/ |- M- h$ l! Z9 z/ l! E
: @5 T& E0 L( k# F2 t8 N; xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( x+ T7 L8 ?0 ]8 Q1 u0 E# K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & B# x. y+ g' E0 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! e' e7 K7 H0 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, Z' _' N9 |- g: f" y% N ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 U2 ] Z0 K' G% z" I8 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! V" B. U$ k# u4 K3 @9 S! b$ p5 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& O8 E( Z4 ?- TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# w3 O6 n6 N7 U& B& o7 Y) SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 S2 {* Y/ q% y4 ]$ w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* y$ y' l+ H! sHow you suffered for you sanity,! n* t# w; H6 a2 T1 a% [* F) m
How you tried to set them free, 8 g# w" [$ z6 d# f R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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