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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / P7 X3 v2 c3 v1 g% k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 M" H! h# r( P7 ~3 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* n! v, z$ s, \# }7 ~# ~4 i3 I" ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # k( w( ~( m, ]3 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; a6 U" w# h2 e& _4 }/ n! ~8 ^4 {, j
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 E, w5 N0 Y( g. c, H) j2 y& XHow you tried to set them free, . u) C2 H0 y: ]1 @7 q5 w6 N+ l* m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ?- B) l2 t: V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 f! C, ^3 s; W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& M; H$ F9 D# P, x r4 p) jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 f+ I! ]& I9 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; i7 U+ x0 e+ v( w. X
; J; I4 x2 |6 j) W$ {, EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ O$ l O& N/ B: `7 b4 M" |2 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% J4 I7 F* {, u) X- }1 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 g/ {+ s) |' d. x: L6 }8 H& B: g3 W
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ?( H: ~7 |2 E6 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 p: H+ k) q8 g) cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* r5 ]; Z5 Y! @' iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 M/ _1 E+ t$ J/ W4 X$ j* f! bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 E2 }. E; R) sThe 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,
- o; c1 f' e# g x9 @# P6 D9 \! EHow you suffered for you sanity,
D( @+ J( D6 R# ?+ l, |0 ^/ kHow you tried to set them free, - w- W7 Y4 R* O1 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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