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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( @$ ?, M" E# L4 _3 p! X% y1 {$ o9 ^/ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
w9 w0 Q9 P* K; bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ^, P# G6 g& P1 i: ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 w2 p d. a& p4 D2 i# D: M1 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 }: x# O% G- J6 h( z3 B" JHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 a1 I% s9 ^: T* q* g; t% cHow you tried to set them free, % T; e+ X& W5 Q. \. `4 K2 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: W. Q& P" Q$ z" rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 S$ n1 ^( |- U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - \' z4 g+ l: o- \ s9 s/ z3 O' y) q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * c& W- Q9 h4 }& c. }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ f1 e/ T U+ T2 z
, B) a6 u8 u6 R/ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ r; k4 C, Z, j2 x' ~3 @+ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 `$ t) S) u# WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* `% t; G3 `6 R* [1 `# wBut I could have told you, Vincent, # B9 ?8 j6 c3 v7 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. {( T8 \$ L6 P8 x7 R! o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 o! I6 [- ?: H" X w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% O$ u7 x$ X5 q8 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 _# E3 i8 Y# l7 a; k7 l6 d' wThe 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,
# T5 i- n5 t) H" r1 W' kHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ^7 k4 ?: o+ E: L7 F" T
How you tried to set them free,
% t0 ^0 V1 F; K7 b+ E TThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; b2 Q* z1 c+ G& J
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