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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 s' u# a Y# Q& t c! W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Y( }5 I# H2 O, h% dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ D; S& v5 v/ p4 G! B3 H9 n( w' {5 U+ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) u# A7 `' O3 C; P: D; RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( E$ N8 q, f* z& g+ @
How you suffered for you sanity,
# w+ x. O4 c3 P z" lHow you tried to set them free, ' ]% l& E3 g$ a/ w% i. L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ?: a7 X0 e8 |0 z l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 E ^1 O B9 V7 }1 j5 U GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , b" ^5 J" M8 H2 G- N# z7 _7 _) F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' u3 y" f: M( R+ G a/ |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 T$ Z" V( U. L. p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( \# g- f" d, v4 i4 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 S6 z; X- j$ X9 h: \7 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% Y. B. X, \7 a- dBut I could have told you, Vincent, : p) F7 E6 V6 P& f1 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) c4 x8 f1 G! N$ \+ H7 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 W- B% a8 g: ~7 F& _' I1 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + B6 I/ n: ^8 X% R: J9 k" e9 c% {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 H; q5 J/ Q4 V' V8 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 l; i8 N( a9 x1 l3 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * m4 N' S. z0 y) _$ c
How you suffered for you sanity,1 c; Q4 O/ x3 q3 ^! z9 E! w
How you tried to set them free, % {4 Y8 C7 \: U* J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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