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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# A% t: O( T1 C* w2 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ |3 O' W3 r9 O/ Z" u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 N! K. T6 o& `3 k! v( K* b) }$ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , v8 A' c1 x: q/ Y3 H& L. Z# L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& i8 V& z/ ?9 N- {, x1 ~" mHow you suffered for you sanity,
( c6 _% W9 R2 H( q0 F. QHow you tried to set them free, D* `) S! ?, O' D$ ? D/ I# _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # n* I8 G$ @: Y1 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % M0 A9 { }! {' C @2 L$ ]2 w$ V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ f6 q" P& z/ U6 ]+ p2 V' UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 g2 g- d t+ l
Weathered 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,
6 a/ Y( X0 Y% i% Q2 J( @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # X" f4 G4 |( J* t6 c4 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * Q: M) P" \- M: t$ S5 j. h9 P& @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 g; \: n" z3 Z) \9 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! q% P! n/ |8 k. b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
w4 s, F: U5 s1 W' m6 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ d& F6 w/ {% W; X5 ?, k: A" WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 x y8 n9 [3 K! ^' s/ o3 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 \6 y* f& e! h/ j5 P3 @3 l' lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 S" v. ^ k# \6 P9 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
" a# S& H* b0 cHow you tried to set them free, 1 S6 K1 e! Y, B/ t$ |; Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! p! ]: Y8 W' D! p8 sPerhaps they never will. |
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