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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 }0 K! ~( v u5 f- |; f, RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ]3 G+ J2 i" W0 d& @# QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ Q5 \) y3 ]. ?" P# Q" z3 c% ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' v4 E7 Y" l+ f! z1 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N) @5 d" a6 d4 O3 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
" P. k5 O( w7 A: PHow you tried to set them free, 6 Y e y5 \( t$ ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * P' s Z& M$ ]# L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% q4 W2 b) B4 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , R: u) m- W& T4 U. d$ w Y5 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ p% F. U |0 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 B3 d* y- q. ^! tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 q3 Y5 @6 f$ U& J$ Y3 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 }( ^6 h! z2 m! o! m# _; y- |% `; N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! b" a6 _0 b# n+ H; WBut I could have told you, Vincent, + \0 G: X% C- E% _% L6 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 \: j/ v) A0 @3 E& b
" L. D8 u! G/ \* J+ ?- gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) \ Q' ^7 l$ m( iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
W3 ]7 C" P: Z+ y) QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 r' P5 |/ ^) P& |# K8 r, w; x8 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * {/ R" b9 ^1 @1 h4 \% s
* x4 E Q% L% t. WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 S: I+ }4 D# S3 O* v. I
How you suffered for you sanity,
# R# N4 B+ b8 O+ L1 j9 f% Z) j" UHow you tried to set them free, 8 Z% { G5 W! F9 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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