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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 \8 T, M6 f9 j+ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 L1 r4 Y4 u6 [& ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
k8 X0 k8 Q" F! B* ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 V3 R4 C1 G2 h* m0 ^8 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 n0 M; d; w" s# i/ NHow you suffered for you sanity, " Y3 d- c5 i+ u0 D: p+ F9 [8 R& G* l
How you tried to set them free,
6 g) p0 y: a* ]- \4 d" oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & @6 D! ?+ }9 `: e2 f4 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- F7 X$ e0 S" a( M6 a/ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! M3 P3 G3 P, D" P" eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + G0 ?3 P( N/ c: K) A* I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % b, P% U. P* x, t5 ^
% Q1 L& }8 ]: k7 J2 j2 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. p2 r* x9 s O% D$ VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 {3 B% k$ z- B1 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 W6 \3 c/ b# X/ o0 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% l+ V3 R2 k& }% G+ P) qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" y. W) ^ F6 u+ q+ u8 r: {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 U9 s; M) w' o* J9 `6 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z3 ^4 {' N% C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 W( @2 {2 B9 s ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 V# ]! I7 {! n6 s( HHow you suffered for you sanity,. {1 J$ P3 G: @, u1 X3 z
How you tried to set them free,
: D& \. ?- C& c! X! VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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