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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; [1 Y8 J& N5 X" ? H! y# \3 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " t* E0 ?4 e2 `: i' j' V2 a0 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# o1 N1 O+ l5 y; m- Z' N1 G+ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ l" `) A* X& v- x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* o4 f4 ~4 l u( YHow you suffered for you sanity,
# i" i. ^( f6 A% x6 |% s. `4 E3 uHow you tried to set them free,
0 m* i1 \7 l- {/ u) aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% d; O3 ~2 p0 a/ V! aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 H9 ^. B' Z, j4 d$ \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; p: O; l- Y6 \, P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& [; Z& Y% O- s( U, w9 |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, 6 D. e* q2 }4 Y, a: R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 A& f; z/ U% fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / Q5 ~8 C0 j; f( k z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% W& I4 @0 W1 c# E! m$ LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. e& ?( z; Q2 q+ J4 B# Y' B3 t
& G: {1 `" u4 I) m! A( ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % p# n y% n: S# ]# F1 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. G7 P5 ~' S5 x" g9 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) N% v4 }, ~5 e5 M* Z- N! `, o2 F. C( `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( e% W6 z4 V% W6 ?4 h- C3 c# i' e
2 [% T, f( S# x1 z$ SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 o. G7 p/ b+ h/ e' S
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ R$ U5 C( X4 B3 k, z A; O& SHow you tried to set them free, ( [; X' U5 }) X% w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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