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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ?- Z1 Q2 H- W L o) G1 Q, |0 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' _: h. S* R a1 r9 R* u0 o9 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. P4 E! j9 A* o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 u# d6 h" @% w" T5 J( r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ V1 N9 j/ H- [) M3 mHow you suffered for you sanity, " L% o; ]' U& K* p0 J w; x
How you tried to set them free, 5 W1 z% K5 x. M+ W; u) v% }+ x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L5 G; p" W+ a; b8 o# P* h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: w* h& N/ n; q G1 H9 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , {# m" K; }& g1 F; s8 v1 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# M* e, x' ^4 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& p7 d8 }) b$ B' T2 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 V: ]3 T9 i+ K& O; A0 @) J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& |, v+ i" u) l! bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% l' U! Q9 Y; {. t" jBut I could have told you, Vincent, + P4 \* h) {, |8 G) `" s. f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 ~5 M+ p, |( a( fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^0 r# B0 W' C! P5 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [! C6 s( b! t0 _/ g& W$ R' ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 a$ g% C) d& ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ p" u1 P" U6 y: ?( h* |How you suffered for you sanity,
# G* w, D R6 ]8 IHow you tried to set them free, 3 b+ k# w& {/ H9 c X: ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 i$ }, u" t8 bPerhaps they never will. |
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