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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 W. y- w$ b/ }: Y& K5 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + Z: ^% b; T5 n3 {# r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 U5 |2 {8 Z0 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 I6 N6 r' m7 A8 |$ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," ?; U( x+ o: |) M9 m! y
How you suffered for you sanity, " | v) S8 l+ e$ ?/ t4 u n* s
How you tried to set them free, : _: H. s" x5 o* B. _3 e; x* Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 q" q5 V* V% d# f& \3 f% w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ]8 s: d$ X5 k9 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : @) T4 ~) g% `1 x5 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ i; j: i! ^, Z0 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , a# h4 k# E% k" J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 g9 ~: F9 T* n5 C0 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; d/ o8 z+ y$ E& H% V* q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ^5 l: A$ G. O( tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- E" {% N7 p& LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . l, X1 N$ X A. u
* t/ L9 f9 x/ z/ b) m+ x6 e" O. hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 n. O- B" y y* I2 o bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 k# Q% [* ~ s2 z( J! m- G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % F4 [ N% W" K( o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 j3 z. o7 q: T3 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: w" w9 a2 E: }) `& W9 `' }. lHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 ~) @$ E" g! `& o* pHow you tried to set them free,
$ F' Y7 Z0 t4 J/ w9 }. [They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Z5 A' f' J0 D7 R6 K+ R! O; g. X* k
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