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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ?' E. V, p) l* F% r' p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' P1 p$ H- z) E$ j8 a& Y% QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# o) g) [' a% [- m' y: @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ T/ u A7 i% n x' LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 c( g/ k. m% M# h* f
How you suffered for you sanity,
# _ h7 o( v* T/ hHow you tried to set them free,
0 }4 q" W1 z7 `/ g( E: zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; K5 R9 S w. p" z+ o5 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; t8 U! b/ \& s; i* U% X" C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 _7 E8 c8 |# d9 k/ O9 M, f) r" a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( W1 {: b; D' J; d9 F" R0 S1 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 U% Z8 k9 A [0 p2 l9 {1 ?, fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " p7 {' ~: |* o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! m7 |- q" B4 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# O& \* [! I# D0 h. V/ e3 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# S! ^+ L$ \- n1 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / q2 _4 C; b0 u( |9 Q6 o5 {. \
- S% J$ ?2 k( l: \; Q$ NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; H/ l c5 f$ N* @4 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 t! r5 L" Q* l ~+ H+ I' |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 Y8 n$ Z( M4 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 B. e- z; ?" t% G' UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 {3 w7 I- J7 i4 n9 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
) L. X. J# u; d/ kHow you tried to set them free, 8 c; x; f L# j
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( U, S- F1 Y9 L+ }" ?1 I5 S3 U5 V
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