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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: b/ O3 e, K( `2 G$ S. OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* k+ n4 {( o: v$ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 W7 S o! D3 F+ `- x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' q* [( c( r0 p. k1 Z9 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 b1 O% I9 ]1 u, U) I+ Q0 M* SHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 \% w# C! S) C. d/ `How you tried to set them free, " S$ i9 K+ n# Z) q7 a9 E- f8 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Y2 O3 B! Z3 d2 k6 _! t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 u& E4 E3 `0 ~& b/ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 \ y$ D4 ~# E0 E* b. M) h* K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- M8 B0 b/ W7 i$ A8 ]' X2 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , d; |% ?5 X$ ]5 d
4 f' ^& t& b6 J6 s" B1 L. A3 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 V8 I r, g6 Q- r6 s% LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . o: m7 ?! s) v' W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 s4 U S+ G, e, Z, a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
`6 @+ ~, `3 [6 X8 g$ R2 H# }6 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " T8 \$ m) C2 D, ^$ i( w
0 c8 c9 \2 ^+ B! g3 }4 P/ \* pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 T+ { _/ I. v; F, sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% V9 t; E& ^, @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; }7 W# g9 C! u, H: Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 R* [0 ~5 @( ^% r8 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 C- X5 F s X; MHow you suffered for you sanity,8 _$ `9 l3 O# ]; j
How you tried to set them free, ! w9 q$ a( K' @" Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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