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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( n+ e, n E8 V. ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( E0 y& d/ n D- E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) R: `9 x: K" H! eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 C3 i. H& g4 [% k; y: JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ?- k: n( M' S, a9 e/ AHow you suffered for you sanity,
. x4 q4 o/ T3 z: t6 OHow you tried to set them free,
; U" e- B8 ?& Y6 T! A6 L" j7 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, V: f/ r2 u; P; \2 W' T5 Q1 \( p' PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 D8 H x7 J5 z# ^) E/ V* {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 m7 v/ ? h& {1 n+ i Z: C* o2 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( I7 U4 `+ `; M8 w! ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & j; I+ a( s+ d8 \9 b) L
- K( N: \" V6 s6 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % \% `. I, f/ a6 I! o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 T6 Z8 P( ~. u9 @5 m! d6 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: {( y# X5 t, {But I could have told you, Vincent,
* O/ K+ P9 O. P' E) YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 \. v; r& w* C1 X* @8 V* f) O
. o: W2 Z3 @" b. ~; V- XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 }# C; P9 N: c/ q/ L2 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & z; y+ B# k0 s* V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . x; x; [/ k( K
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,
q9 t+ m0 Q9 Y% P3 PHow you suffered for you sanity,- z4 T6 J; ^5 m+ b1 ?
How you tried to set them free,
! x1 \4 D, y* ]$ v, d9 b: iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 i+ {) T9 Q$ m' J! q
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