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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # @7 u! Z% L* ~5 A! E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I8 ?9 m* T. D. @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ _+ _' M. N6 o4 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / E! c4 D5 U2 Q5 ]. m5 ]$ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ i/ i% h; B" O- n
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ?% q6 s4 L5 x$ O! c7 VHow you tried to set them free,
& W6 e# V( \9 M" _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ?7 Y, K/ [+ P: vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' `' A6 A2 l9 v( ~! b% }) y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 F( a0 y! f+ p! D$ A) K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / i7 t# V' H. n8 q" \+ o8 ~, R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; F/ p: C* l0 A8 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 P. \, W) S1 Y8 n- _$ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 s! w, u; B% w3 g% Y! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' }6 j r6 h8 m! u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) ?; H6 i# }! M/ ^1 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 K% r* E# D/ b2 Q+ [7 Z: b. b. s
' E( t N- h: z. T4 I$ z4 b% NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, y7 g" P J t5 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * j# |, [- _6 `# a, }% j" s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, x" d7 T# y; xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 b, t0 R" a2 m0 `* MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' r1 @8 V% K& l4 k, U* T7 Z/ L3 y0 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
: m+ F( L* M0 XHow you tried to set them free, * L1 q, d1 v2 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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