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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! e2 z2 W3 C/ m$ P. |5 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / o# v5 n& J' E* X2 B- ~! l* ~+ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ i4 @1 C: U6 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 i& C q7 S$ e6 x4 A( T, S7 P, X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 J! F3 f5 m6 I: v* s7 q, X. iHow you suffered for you sanity,
) `- }1 ^& b4 [5 xHow you tried to set them free, ! M1 @! B! K' p" t$ `7 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W8 }; Q4 H$ h! D" q! J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 H& y( j+ G/ p, j" q' Y3 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ]& e+ Z+ b- U' v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ r. J$ }+ }. F {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 |/ `3 p8 p( ^# I1 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# P7 C, v5 b" }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ a! Y1 F* s8 U" j# C; }But I could have told you, Vincent,
- l1 @9 n# n% c$ n4 ?6 e7 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & u( C& F! i. p
9 }( T9 U5 n1 W5 b1 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " X/ U3 L5 Y0 Q- Z, K- F) ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; l- M% ?, s4 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" c& o6 f- ~! q# y0 O+ |The 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, / i' Y* [& E! `- o& I
How you suffered for you sanity,
' W) G2 u2 I. [How you tried to set them free,
. k" f8 b v; |8 T: AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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