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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. o+ z' y: _" t2 f: ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Z/ M8 V9 l3 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ?# i U ^4 N% i4 S+ ?" I+ N5 o# ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 @8 x3 o8 w+ |; {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ~. y- J; n QHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 l" c z! n: {% B. E
How you tried to set them free, 8 s8 ^# f' ` c- j# y' ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 D' t. z: v9 `0 `1 J5 {' sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' |" f# a2 [" P1 U+ {; U! f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& y5 ~) z+ U# E3 q! w8 h8 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 e8 M% u, J4 ~' H, L% F' T
Weathered 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,
" P1 Z/ H# d% M/ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ u5 k8 F8 Z6 N I/ n% u3 B* u% SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( e: r) I& ~: j+ ]But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 R8 }# |5 c2 g, y7 W0 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. w) j4 N) {7 t1 C( j3 k' q
3 X/ ^# C9 l4 W# H* _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - `) ]( s/ p$ E( [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% k2 u5 n4 F: G! D# A( ^. lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- q) h# \* g; j: \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! z8 }$ Y/ N( ^+ F1 g
; D# H" f+ ^( j+ U3 d7 X# PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. V' Y/ d8 V! }& c0 H/ t) UHow you suffered for you sanity,$ h+ ^0 X# E/ q6 h! |& S5 N
How you tried to set them free,
( f& n+ _ R H- p0 GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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