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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 n% F& _# [+ f+ v4 L& iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Y% v! O) w; R4 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 `5 s& ]/ | f# H: ]8 h t1 Q5 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 ~; }" \% R6 a1 W& t, w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ w+ M: y0 @9 m+ v+ P* VHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 {0 h8 r1 B# O/ ]
How you tried to set them free, 4 c# z: }6 j0 x- g! C, j) M* d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 r# w- w; q% S: I) l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - g+ J! C6 _7 I6 Z3 m7 J6 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 A! L- Q' r8 E# \ {+ I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' T0 G1 k$ p; \' [' ?, G' v* ]; }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, R" [# I g; P( H C2 V+ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! ]/ c) F% O, @" U) v6 G0 |- qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- i9 I0 J- z5 T; g+ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& Q C" m) b8 @7 `6 `( F3 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
D6 C& J" ]8 h, f2 D0 K7 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 G* o& s) q0 I/ T$ w n5 _6 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 t2 h; |. A* ?% WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 `4 X% K4 I' R6 d: l9 n0 \' m' w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 Q z7 }7 c3 G/ M* _5 v- d# OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' x. H9 ]1 T! s5 I% {
9 l: v1 m& }, O( B8 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 `! ?0 T; m% v: Z* LHow you suffered for you sanity,
% i6 K: L7 W* I) ]# @, Z) \How you tried to set them free, & i! J) z4 O' T9 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, . u! I3 |" R+ y5 w( C% S# [7 J3 g% m
Perhaps they never will. |
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