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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 w5 H( H8 `& {& x0 l. h" I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% y1 b: N* c& z3 _. e' |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& y) b5 X% i# k: C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % H; Q* i$ Q2 C- I+ \- H4 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," {' h4 q |' [. b& ^0 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
# k0 R+ {& d+ d$ T, S0 j; `How you tried to set them free, - l6 H/ S, U7 @* Z3 `! l$ t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 b- I H3 N/ D' X. Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # p4 i5 f! {2 p2 M8 H% g. p: s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 D0 ^2 r" f9 Y/ OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& M& V" f% V$ A; U: e1 x% k2 i2 u. t' eWeathered 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, # B3 f! L/ p0 k) i7 `/ l* K. z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % v- n1 @1 X. z' g3 @. I' R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ]/ k5 v- ^) nBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 Q6 E Q6 c' g R: S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' |# E( U1 O% E8 D6 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( w; G$ X$ S2 `% }/ e- r- c2 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ?6 b* W7 b3 ^1 S7 P2 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / P [" E1 B# j( F2 O0 Q
3 h$ V# G t- m9 t0 I6 [1 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( G2 h% A3 a. E0 W$ t1 J0 V1 Q5 HHow you suffered for you sanity,! X1 x* W- ^- q9 e
How you tried to set them free,
( _6 g. h/ R% uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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