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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ?+ ?* |; S- r' Q7 {/ k4 u. S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 y1 o( i) d& T: S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Y, J* W6 h# S+ q0 g% xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Z* [# d9 k/ @6 R9 R/ `5 I. q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& j9 M0 Y. h- _6 G, f* J3 _) e( M0 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~7 I' _* \6 i: ~4 o# B& w: e5 a1 _How you tried to set them free, 7 ?) Q7 W0 m* n2 u5 `& D# H* t9 q# [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: v8 i" i! V3 {& g1 b# Z9 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, P3 J# a: \7 D% rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + e: s+ c2 f! Y+ D, V) H: S. \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( O1 n: ]- B: |* qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % f5 {4 N8 `0 `: Q8 b1 C" e
( ~" b8 {) W, }6 T2 g' M0 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: |$ o7 e7 M6 K: [! j+ L+ JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' c* h# R3 T3 Q, `1 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ^3 u7 Z6 {- V4 Y. l$ h1 X( yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) a- g, g8 s9 G9 q; h% UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 D5 \! Q- t4 _2 ^( CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) s8 ~2 Z l; b4 |+ ^7 L7 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 M& v1 T$ v5 \% ^! S- Y6 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! m( j5 w9 Y( o C6 P7 Q0 U0 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 z8 g, w, b8 l, L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & }2 E% h0 F1 J0 \3 _! t# V
How you suffered for you sanity,- n1 H. t* A" g5 S/ D
How you tried to set them free, 7 G5 u+ Z( ?7 |* O: x. Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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