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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ~$ Q" U" {* _3 n& pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 O7 Y4 t' b6 ^/ D4 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ^( \- d1 F6 ^( z! Y+ K Y9 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " a: f; u1 A: C1 q- i; |4 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, P; K& U) G3 w8 v( LHow you suffered for you sanity, & W' L3 s' f/ T. e4 T5 R
How you tried to set them free,
7 i# g! k4 ?: |% w8 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' q @: ^0 }7 R! f2 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . Z. n1 Z2 c( s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 `" l4 k# ^: A, C3 P' \. i+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Y' w6 }" o% W; dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # y9 D7 Y. [) Q; u5 l, j5 I
* y3 y" u3 b2 K" T& N, d( ?) WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 ?$ H1 m+ @* iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 r9 I# h3 G, B' B; s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ^! N. }3 o% L$ c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( s' z. @* ]" \: u |5 \9 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . f5 o2 ~4 f/ u M# x( E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % T# D O/ [7 A r+ _# R# F- l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 @" u- h: b% a6 V0 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ?7 B! _- |* Y5 v) dThe 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,
: `9 ^$ Z0 O# b. |How you suffered for you sanity,5 ^, N: E' `/ b
How you tried to set them free, ) L2 @% w' M' F1 Z. O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% K/ Z# |; E, QPerhaps they never will. |
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