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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" q# \1 b/ D; v. [; DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 \% l. [ O# E3 G* L; sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ S2 e" G4 u2 S+ x* S4 r% w/ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% m( }& f' g: r4 B. e1 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- J" M% z3 L, A8 ]# H9 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ s" c& e- B4 i5 x( u6 b+ |How you tried to set them free,
: S- ^9 e8 ~ S& N; H/ m, }% uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% m7 v8 x: J j3 [( aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" O3 F$ s8 e' cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ^8 v6 F- S c, }2 k- N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: W, l7 h1 t& LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* |; u2 G3 H9 M3 J7 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 z) ] \( y" M5 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
u1 H5 @6 {2 g# kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ y4 J" V% P- eBut I could have told you, Vincent, % t- m- q) ?8 s$ b4 [$ k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 y8 {8 {9 f( w, D! cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* j5 B( `4 ~) I; Y2 S0 [# {+ _' J; @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% j9 j3 Z( j5 T' I OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- C# m4 i. C( \ `) p8 @- L* JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 p0 B4 L+ p+ J7 o. G
1 R' \( E+ y2 r, ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - x8 W( z6 P8 L4 ?& W6 B3 }8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
- Q) t0 ?! x8 [5 q9 PHow you tried to set them free,
$ V$ Y, Q6 K- H8 G, l+ Z2 I! x: t8 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 i8 t f* p2 Z8 F7 H! F2 n
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