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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ?7 `) w% `2 _) N6 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& y) `" q @% y8 J& NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 b* T; L+ E/ M4 J* V" gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( S& q8 x/ H; g( s7 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 z2 @) P$ ]2 `( A. uHow you suffered for you sanity, ) J P7 J4 k6 [1 e* C* c9 Z- F
How you tried to set them free,
' w+ ^- r8 U9 F- y" a7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . @3 v' \6 `: U/ z; ^6 M6 X0 m! A8 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& o0 M2 ~& k TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 U7 i; |. ^' _+ h+ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 c5 i+ {5 x) `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, U& F$ u9 Z) R8 \. y* |: m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 \. Q$ d5 F7 y2 ~: T3 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 S+ H6 `7 m1 y4 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, N7 y: }3 G& \/ j; }/ k' zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : {: z% x0 O2 X3 T6 ~% S4 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # \ `9 h: A1 Q# @3 u8 e3 P1 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ^0 Z( q" t2 o: Q! ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 t) L* G. n9 U( [The 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, 4 h& Z2 |* d6 O- Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
( S% A6 J6 T% f. q* F3 yHow you tried to set them free,
! D' ?- g+ u5 o5 y, V- g: _They would not listen they're not listening still, q8 T4 i5 z# p4 Y
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