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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ I7 J( q; w Y( Y4 A* vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' T. l* k8 ?+ C9 j2 M9 O$ c1 v* C" DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 x/ {& g/ Y' `5 `: D6 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Q- Q( K$ `; c5 ~# FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 P/ O5 f G6 Y' BHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 n% {+ z1 r* }5 {. dHow you tried to set them free,
8 h. {* X" M! S2 }$ @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 J; H- E4 ~8 Z! i" x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& \9 ~$ L, a1 }; N4 r5 G. D g, @0 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' [8 |, [# K; e7 ^: z \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 P5 z, k( ]6 i. f) j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& B, S* J' j) G1 u, ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
A; H8 v, u( \3 m2 P# {& g1 Q5 e! h+ W+ S+ zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - X# G' s' f5 f: l0 @9 b# u0 _+ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 O8 B. U3 Y+ f. ~3 `But I could have told you, Vincent, * U& U* m c8 J- k$ N4 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 x0 x# T* T6 ]6 R" C- U3 j1 g2 }( F( MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; X7 F( Y( G3 ]- v5 M& W6 u* ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' I& ?# D9 F% S0 l8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, R2 H' w# g( F3 d4 O4 l; F5 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & K) r; I. i3 Z" z% A
* b Q" Y. y& e: w eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# j. h6 [5 B& D: ~9 z- bHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 v" v/ [- [4 [' b7 I# E% t2 sHow you tried to set them free, . k; X' D: W# ]4 s z) O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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