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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 t5 i6 ?3 [2 a' S* z0 }- n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % K/ O$ ^% ~, z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," }7 J. m) U. i: C7 f# M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + k6 d+ j; c u' I. d; a- x- q r- T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; h C1 A( l9 N1 T8 B
How you suffered for you sanity, $ L6 F6 i# }! T4 C: z
How you tried to set them free, ) D5 M& J6 d9 i" |8 d9 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 E; V5 s* o+ c. o+ x( q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# A2 r, I$ J0 b0 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " U0 N2 [' S7 j* y" M8 _1 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . M, B! W* c. @& f. N2 j9 }) H
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,
2 n6 k) p1 ~5 q- ^! `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 n4 W' t) p& H8 Y- A( O4 W) n) bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 [- A/ Z$ d4 p, C
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ _( o! Q' \3 v9 z8 \0 b: k" E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 I' G3 a, X1 s7 o( O9 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 A$ ]- M) V! I( SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & x/ h( s7 P6 T9 r+ P# W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 I+ q& G1 {" y: w& J- m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # W# J @6 I: x: c! r
9 Q. l5 J2 H. a$ j1 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' w6 I( e. g, Z( y$ ~9 ~1 @
How you suffered for you sanity," z$ S0 c* x/ [. W7 q
How you tried to set them free, - o0 N |$ y: J; W0 K3 p( B% H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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