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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + Y3 N3 G. B8 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 o# F, O" t" v3 ^+ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 I6 j% o( ` A- E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& O" ?: O/ ]* l( _7 ^' ~: R$ _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 a* \( `" H- \% E& XHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 C0 `/ r2 A* I. uHow you tried to set them free, / Y) k% @5 b( m1 a7 W- d3 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Q- O1 z' I" h3 _2 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * l- p+ ]1 |$ u+ i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ]1 Z- T' l/ ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 e1 f/ [3 I$ G9 ^- z: w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. }% w* V5 \0 y$ J" q+ H
a. {! Y& b/ h" {! G% C# \/ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( {% p% g% m I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' E5 g1 J$ `! f, `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& a( L2 q& e6 H, X R) o, S' [But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 M2 \5 @, r0 _" i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% ~3 B' C- }! x9 u; qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . k9 z' c7 \9 I7 m4 j0 O: f$ I4 b. F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 r# {# g# P( y7 E. V) m* sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 R& s/ g# W m1 K2 y2 N, v8 f4 l, f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / r) U6 t/ {' F
) g* y$ C" `0 ?+ A* z5 u9 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ ]: `1 J* h8 W1 jHow you suffered for you sanity,$ X% o I7 F2 b
How you tried to set them free, ! b* n+ c3 Z$ k/ @. F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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