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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
d$ i; F2 k2 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ~1 Q) ~+ o1 S8 Z5 f( W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) |1 c/ |" x* t$ [" u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 Y0 r, z; G! X6 W' }9 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 w* H7 [, F' Y3 p& f" iHow you suffered for you sanity, " R# W1 Y [4 `: a( Q `, l# X: j
How you tried to set them free,
* y7 V+ z O* T0 L" _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
]& T2 F! b! d7 D2 x5 {& AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 E5 X- m) D' wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 }! a: {: }1 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 z5 _6 W6 @; p# ^0 o5 s7 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % y8 i m. X7 }
, i1 B+ C) F3 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 D9 v* K* S3 P0 m1 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 w0 U" |* b" w" pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , J+ Y6 a2 Y' I7 z/ Q- r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' G3 p( b# ^4 W3 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 f& r3 ~& S9 A* N3 j5 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * c1 B8 D: L2 `) @% u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 E, x8 Y% d8 b% Z r, m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( q1 }% r$ T( c# SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ B( f x, M) C. r. W |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( b( m8 m, _' Q) ~( F. DHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ^' N( e' f. d( s4 jHow you tried to set them free, 1 w9 t$ U. m0 C, I: {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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