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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 K& P4 N, j) X0 ~2 h$ I3 R: eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 J1 Z/ } }2 g) x0 ~- Q: Z& N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" p5 @& M4 k" A: f5 ]9 Z g: a! {( tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : x; Y8 b* ?& B7 P9 G0 r) h, W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
w6 m8 U6 P$ v! }How you suffered for you sanity, 7 y( p' h1 M: Q
How you tried to set them free,
- V% Z& z3 l6 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ^$ K8 w% ]2 Y* _4 _) x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 v7 R+ f ?$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 u/ J8 w& i0 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 e' J; M5 U/ \* x) T( GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 D% s2 S0 F3 z8 A' GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 c( J# ]! w$ a2 U- ?7 m. R' ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% r* j& W6 s% ]& Z$ t+ l+ ~But I could have told you, Vincent, - E y6 J% Y, i# e. |& F7 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - n$ F+ ]% H/ J3 L# o
2 H: I( @! v6 H& P: [: y. t3 z- nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & Q1 p$ O+ [0 U7 D0 R( c* H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' w2 u: f+ q/ `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ]) `5 e5 B( |' ]% w' M2 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 O4 s5 c# g8 v' x8 `" J T
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 B! b$ E! s1 x: \: uHow you tried to set them free,
' s7 x' M- S3 p& s1 W+ ~: B# s" {) H+ [They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 ~* B4 n9 C! f, @4 v6 v( F/ ^
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