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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- Q. V2 U" f) p9 q. \* ~" }! M2 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; c `, I$ C9 A* R/ T D9 g; o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 n% Z! b: B5 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . _9 R2 f, [# o. \$ I8 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; s* d) @! G" N* ?How you suffered for you sanity,
4 u* l. y# V; G, [How you tried to set them free, % O/ f5 j! E3 k: {+ @5 ]1 ?+ b& ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 T4 N: ^* O5 d" D0 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " |( ^/ U& Y( `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; A( a% q+ p; ?2 E( d$ u9 U t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 \& t- D; f( y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 g+ a( a: ^1 v. ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 R6 k8 v! `' O+ J9 |) ~* XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - p0 K# G' w/ P% ^- p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' k( A. m6 f9 |, rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 x7 E5 ^+ s" b, y! j5 o) I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 h1 r9 B$ D$ ^9 C) T+ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 x2 ~8 k. N& x& JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' q8 j2 O& X+ o; j- N5 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ {2 b# F0 s9 j# `4 s4 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 S9 f0 o: [: \/ q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % P$ E3 W3 O; L: _; J) [
How you suffered for you sanity,( _* z3 t+ Q0 x" J/ p
How you tried to set them free, , [( z3 M/ N6 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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