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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ F) Q, K. K6 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! r2 x& W0 r/ Z. V$ V7 j& JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. d& |. L) d- A+ {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 S. C+ q) L/ u2 W f! P( L% h/ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% ^2 x- d V+ d* [) `
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 @( L1 |! z3 I4 O. L# v- t
How you tried to set them free, 1 z* r# f; o6 o; J; `1 p) M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * S B8 _+ Q0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 J; f3 y3 ~. S1 s& ~7 E H k! b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 H- d, D' t7 e; r. hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, s3 N* ^4 F8 t' ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . K. h/ l& d% K- G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ Z1 v# y! S" }6 u: d% zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
V# L/ S& c, |8 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 {+ k: ?+ P( E; LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 r' f& x( U, O: j/ eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! F$ s4 l$ R& H: X9 | n+ KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ {) d" x( b$ j8 z+ i9 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ o5 W) v1 q: H6 y. O0 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / e! F! @8 f& [8 q2 J+ E# [$ U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 `; n- u9 E1 k" t9 T% p" B8 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 e, Z1 v/ K$ u7 U* { d. ]2 t) E2 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 X" |$ x; t; w1 O% @+ THow you tried to set them free,
* {4 q/ o; W4 }0 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 D U8 w: p; w2 W( wPerhaps they never will. |
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