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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 C. i4 x( `# d7 t2 Y/ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , y3 r6 @& s3 v: K7 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 S$ V. i7 G; v. l% l/ q2 p! c. hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 P" J1 n! {& p& v- bNow I understand what you tried to say to me," x7 n. V3 M/ z& @) ^( T
How you suffered for you sanity,
: l; r: u1 y3 v- F hHow you tried to set them free,
6 o p( b9 F7 n) P* k: o! vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * \1 c" z0 M5 n+ m9 g9 D1 \+ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - J! k0 a& } n' M$ f5 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " Z5 @) {( I9 }4 o* c* B% z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- f( @- z4 c0 v* g m. uWeathered 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,
% V* q! {+ k( \+ F) F$ u4 ^& tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# T7 k l6 @8 v4 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& F$ b: K3 K: M. J, aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 b: `5 A. |3 Z; w# |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ?3 y) O2 g. M2 v" w, `2 E0 K5 X
% E: T8 T! E n/ _0 z7 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & D+ }5 l# Q: [/ N) X& p4 r( N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 d8 V e- C$ T pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 q9 n& G0 N" j0 |/ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . n' x* Y* U- u% F4 C, q9 x8 _
9 s* w2 ^% i. \; T0 g! n; F( HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' }7 e/ J4 B. U: Y" |2 p7 dHow you suffered for you sanity,2 n G0 ^; \4 n0 s9 h4 b; ^
How you tried to set them free, 7 g q4 X8 M% {& a% f+ `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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