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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, k4 x9 Y- m7 u$ Q! Q3 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 d3 {/ N) L6 F( W: q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" V! {8 p! P1 }8 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 s2 r- D y) {+ ^' A+ g, TNow I understand what you tried to say to me, @7 |6 M+ @+ K& f8 W5 O; _
How you suffered for you sanity, & y4 H2 B( a5 ~, }' i
How you tried to set them free, 0 l3 J, J7 @5 x! S* X& }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " W/ G2 p- C: r( u7 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 n% k3 {: d3 j8 p7 I0 [$ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * {* a, n. p: `1 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" n+ d; C- F. P1 t4 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 T; K n+ A4 R7 P0 ^' b" D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ A0 ~! Q" D& D& t. R0 i2 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, Q/ X. L# i. o' T' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- h [3 Z, q; w k% U- _1 vBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; T& i! ]' W) ^, P( x( V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 g' z- ? \. J9 d J3 E
- W+ A, i, C2 Y9 `- `/ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ^1 m! J8 F2 R4 e" qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 o% `7 _ E8 M7 f- q9 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ U; i! w: _. L& @5 M$ C- DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ n( B3 B$ m" D' m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Z! @, N& r3 a. e6 i$ s9 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 }6 A$ y% S9 l# b' s% `0 h" t1 sHow you tried to set them free, ) z% p1 h6 Y; A; [ j0 V2 j! j+ p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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