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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' G( V$ I* q3 S9 M- b& rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 l* z/ c0 Q* b" ~% V( H, U; iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 B0 w8 l- k( V& C6 U! \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 z" ^' G$ J! rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% T2 O' Y8 v- a8 n( m# qHow you suffered for you sanity, ! m- J- `7 ~2 H& y+ \6 Q9 a9 G: ~. A7 b
How you tried to set them free, ! G; i+ K7 g! x' N; O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) c1 q }$ \( o+ Q' \' k5 k) OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, i D, I# v( T/ b6 Z. V# K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # e# }1 ^( d6 M) T' T( x& L8 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 x' V \; d* f5 d# I8 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: W6 w( H7 g3 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) r4 A/ a6 `+ I4 |0 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; |4 R* I0 p, m) `) K9 z, wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) c9 {7 y$ ?' ^1 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( [: ?0 U+ V: j% y& w2 W9 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# j$ ~6 e0 u9 J0 R& DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 w3 ?1 [ R" R0 @8 D& C! @8 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ {4 g, x( P. ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : K: m$ e$ S3 J- P C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , o2 t( ]1 N+ B" }/ }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* _$ l( U* I3 S2 d) j7 L- `" NHow you suffered for you sanity,/ h3 i$ p# y9 }& b4 [$ ~
How you tried to set them free, # r5 g; V" i; X; |4 }5 N- ?" h ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 R# N' `; [" S! L8 k GPerhaps they never will. |
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