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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' T% P0 u8 j$ c# h( FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 s2 X& n! c" C( T: y5 m* mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- [7 O* B& b) ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ?, j% h$ ^( \8 b& M3 W- N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ?7 a3 Y6 }# h, H, _6 d" g& ?# z8 e8 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 G( Q( N% Z8 O5 t) b4 [* U- _( qHow you tried to set them free, . z/ r2 w s. |- O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 o, m7 j0 O6 e- m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 `' M2 o( K* R* n9 J4 B8 v+ @, _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ v. S, k5 _3 I+ HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ j( n9 ^! z: M5 tWeathered 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,
/ y/ s- X: M c3 v4 R' U: p1 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 b9 P2 u' J7 Z3 F8 R% {: U3 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) Z9 @) k' t" x% Y% W" g! b' U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 v0 Q( x9 ^: u1 s$ Z# d; TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- f; d( m- C9 U4 x5 J' F- F* t0 M( WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' }+ \! q' q% a9 J/ n; o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 t' b5 B' q; |9 n W9 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - j% @& d8 o9 a' M' i/ [. u3 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. F0 v7 l( q( k% K9 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. }4 E+ c" f* i6 THow you suffered for you sanity,, N, u1 [2 ~% B
How you tried to set them free, & m& |0 @6 P4 U' B9 e( ]3 v9 S0 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* _( U5 {& |" }% wPerhaps they never will. |
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