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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 g( Y0 S& M5 |& }$ w3 g9 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
e1 f; f) x' [/ k6 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 u. x, ~1 }; k3 X5 A5 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 c r* b* ^" e/ Y e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" O( J! n3 o' D" e/ B' IHow you suffered for you sanity, # B: O9 K- t e
How you tried to set them free,
( T1 E- e( t1 }5 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 y1 `1 }7 W0 K P1 \( m5 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* m& D% W7 n4 L ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 x6 ?4 k n( K% b& F2 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 c @+ r5 Y, k: E4 W, f& s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 f5 X5 E7 U: m2 |, |+ I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 a+ @4 L: m6 M. `8 k, @7 t0 t2 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # X5 {2 u( b# A# N$ E1 F. A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% @$ U1 H" \: U8 Z/ }6 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 r5 X, q. y A; V. {* z1 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- u/ q" k$ g0 s: s8 N kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ u- g/ Y5 t# v% s }( U+ {$ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ S/ p3 i: Y: J) o# e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
w ]( I+ P! v, EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . C) j# A6 Y) ]; ]* X
8 f" @% n0 ]7 N$ E. g/ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ V7 w: H0 g0 u% F0 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 i# E, O& ^ _# H3 iHow you tried to set them free, : d" G& t" B9 V$ f F* j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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