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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ z$ x( V8 Q7 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( A. Y9 }5 v! y4 h# Z% z, Y" S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, Y2 X; X2 g2 `4 O$ ?6 Y a! h6 Z1 Z3 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 d& M2 Z3 Y. H. VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 X! X' N; H% H( C) D+ S) jHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 {. y- B1 S, {" @! Z9 I' ^" \How you tried to set them free,
2 j1 e# C7 ]" V0 ]5 @, |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& r5 c9 z. {3 |/ ~9 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' z. V" a+ b& eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% _* _+ U, Y$ K+ I* [! _9 m4 m9 E" dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ?) e% f" |- F& KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 |% g( M/ G( K+ @, Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( _% P1 _0 O4 a8 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 [1 a( {! G* i3 O: t" r# _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: L* L/ |% U$ v2 h& J" O) D2 o/ o9 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( P. O3 e* y7 G9 I2 b! f* p) CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " C7 q$ D8 O" `; w* z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ c) P+ @1 Z& y, d: r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . d8 a* `# v6 |9 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . o& W9 A+ w4 K( u8 ~# \' `, q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ?, W( n* }# i k _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & _5 r' o$ F1 U4 d0 D
How you suffered for you sanity,; G2 _0 S7 P9 i& n' N& Z* O! m* r
How you tried to set them free,
( E: F9 [0 ~9 e pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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