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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! A/ _& ]! y M6 n3 w, p) V- ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 T, n! r0 x0 j* s# I+ z5 }( r! E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( O1 K1 a$ _8 ^' r* C4 }6 Y! ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / c& k5 Y; I& W, s: Q8 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ^# r- } g* ^! n% eHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ b4 l1 ~; p; qHow you tried to set them free, * L( Q. k/ {. M, P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ~* ~9 s! o1 h5 D& \' q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- n* B! o0 n- v0 J$ Q! C( G' h# q/ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 C% j% h: Z7 M/ i# L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 t l* E/ J/ M" e& T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. o, d; B- B- _4 M6 ~, `9 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 d& B8 N5 e; |! G8 O( C& pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 }. @/ q4 O1 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 z# _: @- u& O) q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! B# M8 I t$ M K( A* a9 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. E. x. x M) A, y' F/ Q. Y# C9 _
! T7 w$ U: }0 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' }; k/ |+ A- j5 a/ X) y7 B: o9 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 ^) ]# B- s1 ]3 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ]8 u' K+ k& y( }; {1 U9 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % V, ?. r4 Y% [4 }, }- y
How you suffered for you sanity,
, n A: i9 L5 A) s" f4 E" bHow you tried to set them free,
! V, t& f# G# r5 _, QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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