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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ m9 E( D3 `6 m. {+ C. ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 {$ l/ h3 P4 N& o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ f0 z, d- ^/ C1 Z. w6 H1 c p1 P s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - |/ m1 B: O8 c" ~2 A1 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& c, |4 L1 z3 i9 G% `
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 @$ U) k8 ]- E& ~$ f& F
How you tried to set them free,
( o7 Q. w8 X5 W1 e+ q+ u9 H; G+ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ^1 n5 o; j: `4 e6 ?1 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 Z& _3 w8 J4 s" w' i) w$ h/ XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% `9 T& L7 W- hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ]" Q: z' C0 {) jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * v8 C# P1 v8 N' }
1 N# E/ R) [$ [: Z4 e1 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( C& F4 j1 r- y6 h2 u) x0 I+ KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, Y0 ?3 L* _5 e) z* ?; b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - n$ g/ J: H# v" I- ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, . l6 F! @2 S# h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* }8 p/ A. X+ q! A+ [9 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ^! N6 U8 z1 h2 @( m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Q: r4 H, z, O1 a+ Q- [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / X6 M* X) }/ B* i1 Q, s5 V( [7 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) i4 t7 K, i: d. }# V) b9 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# M" P4 \7 a ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
- Y' }3 \! X2 w+ W8 tHow you tried to set them free,
3 L X- C' {2 p. vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
O" |# P; K! T3 |6 F" q7 iPerhaps they never will. |
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