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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ k, _- B/ s! t6 I m5 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 y. l, x1 s* G, M9 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 G8 x$ y$ j; A$ J$ K9 X! U. ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- G" v& ?* m4 d* k2 M( UNow I understand what you tried to say to me," R! ?" k# i' u: t4 N" C
How you suffered for you sanity, - ~7 B, G Z& k
How you tried to set them free, ( G: q# T: S) v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 i2 o. E9 G) @* V6 G6 \, n, r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, W \" P. l( d. ~( |& c0 X3 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % \$ B& e2 M3 c% D4 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Z5 J ^2 e: U. |7 u1 y) ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # \0 N% M# |( S- x" p. g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: R: H" W2 t+ T! XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! S1 _4 Q0 y4 n4 H! f( V. l$ EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
N/ V# d1 F( NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* M: Z2 \ ^, B% M/ mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 W) |0 z c# i. g9 t" L
$ c0 A% ^7 E x+ J, c9 H7 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' c# D {' H; V# |9 B: b0 { \# `% KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + i$ Z0 P0 x1 A1 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : V" G: Z) {) {, m! I* d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& \# X7 b" H# x7 z8 Q5 H. NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Z: k4 e% c; s, D
How you suffered for you sanity,
) v. |' s' k: OHow you tried to set them free, - m A, n) @: Z+ v' C% C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; W. e& f8 Z; B1 F! [Perhaps they never will. |
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