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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 G$ q9 I2 ~+ B: s& s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 S* r9 S7 H# @6 c# qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; @4 n5 l: c7 F* r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 l; v$ L0 Y& q8 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 U: k9 D9 m! ?+ \! ^1 WHow you suffered for you sanity, - b! W: [7 g" e$ O8 ]
How you tried to set them free,
' j# H3 N& l. K$ o5 h/ `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " |. o% y7 r1 T2 [7 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: f: Q I( @2 w9 q2 F% f& f9 ^- ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# M N- ^9 J( T2 U6 p( {/ U! b$ _8 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & X& Q r- o3 b3 O% F8 _# h1 J
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, 7 h4 ~& U4 y! }- F, _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ]7 E' M) y A, t/ ~0 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 U8 k, y7 x/ ~- i. d; n4 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, y" V# u% E+ S8 ?8 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 I. I, A7 t1 Z L6 ]
* H+ V) T1 s( X& u" D. Y* i2 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 X% v+ u6 F, A' Q) f; jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 d! ?6 S& Y4 U$ d4 ?8 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * l8 D9 a% E& p2 u) H' T9 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% @9 R. V8 r* d1 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 `/ m: W+ J! G1 o0 n( xHow you suffered for you sanity,
, L* t7 U. }$ p) o s5 ~$ lHow you tried to set them free, 3 o# e7 z5 O- z4 d( K' p" Z1 H: L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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