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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; z: n" Q L( ~* o& z7 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( @5 O5 ?+ F9 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ N! i2 Y& }& n6 }" q* F) lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ?* e+ y* ]$ l- P6 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! ?! c' b0 K+ c/ h* Y. G! X& _
How you suffered for you sanity, * q7 b% x9 R, E) I
How you tried to set them free, ' K9 u- F4 z9 F4 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * E* L# `# T4 [( N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & B) A6 M1 ?' v: i$ c! x' E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* N( ~6 o! o$ S ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 i. Q9 I8 [8 d! HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ^8 c' B- z- P& Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 @: ~" k* P, m7 z( t/ Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 b* G. M- m" b; P3 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
Y( D( n) v* r8 K( M4 r/ QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( C( F# M) A' w: Z2 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
c( Q. I; K7 F' j0 f5 E" FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 S( P; Z6 X" hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 |7 K2 w3 s6 j4 K' iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / V; S6 {8 g1 c8 [6 Y; W6 H
: M; p7 ?. q. K2 K# u) DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 {6 Q6 j9 S/ u0 o
How you suffered for you sanity,( i2 d% V- L0 i' |
How you tried to set them free, # n0 Y; c# M* K, \# e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& p3 y3 M8 `5 [7 f$ |5 ]. oPerhaps they never will. |
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