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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 v: A' x. W5 X( m! y4 y |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. x5 p, G& Q8 Y* PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" y' Q& h; L W2 A5 g! NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " B" y6 I" r& P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, Z8 x& D/ _7 V0 J4 O) iHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 i0 \9 h- x6 n; h6 p$ F0 S7 fHow you tried to set them free,
9 f# l8 s$ h: A/ G7 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ]7 E4 V& Z. d+ C6 N- G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 s, L# @% r0 h) c) {8 q# eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 w! z) T- _# @7 k- Z9 U2 @ W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, p' Z H _8 d+ g! UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 ~) Z6 {; O5 g; u2 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - V6 q) v% A& b5 u6 I3 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 m3 O5 X8 F& c& g% r `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. c, D' o: n* U4 g! l- [0 ~0 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 K. F) k6 w- Q6 ]1 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; \: c& [. H' n
! H& ?( u. t% A6 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * } g |0 v! ^; _9 O& L1 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 v/ ^8 M, [! `0 o# a# I7 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% I$ |- F9 v7 t& uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; \ c6 P' T4 C& wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % b2 o: h" B2 ^0 _
How you suffered for you sanity,( Z6 @1 h/ y8 ~* s, M+ W8 n
How you tried to set them free, ( p9 ~) x! Y3 [) B
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) g3 h$ m( r$ q! f5 `- @
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