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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : w! q' w, Y/ {* B+ c6 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " y4 g: p- h& J( m3 h7 Y% e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! h3 T/ o( R; T# Y1 D* A8 h& zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- C: y4 m9 A$ R' V$ l/ SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ x! v% \6 a7 ~0 uHow you suffered for you sanity, / }1 k6 P- s: f* x9 V2 e8 A
How you tried to set them free,
, F- ] ]7 n6 m/ P7 G: {; uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + _6 g, ^: _1 Q7 e) J/ g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 D7 _: u0 m) c( e# k3 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 B& k1 r) L: R5 M: k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 `3 S' J& T; }/ J1 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " u! y0 t; j5 _: W. s* u
. A+ j* T( r$ U! }# M- ] c1 l7 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 e; r. o1 Y4 N8 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& c5 l& \5 W' w8 ^% |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. i- m4 i% s! }4 U" b- yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) ?2 `; ^5 }5 X. k: j ]& EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! c0 Y" m3 @- NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' H S* e% d& d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 d: d- ]6 j5 ^; N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ W! w2 t# Z/ W7 _& D
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,
% G% k$ Q9 E6 w K; }' QHow you suffered for you sanity,# {' F m! F4 I( L
How you tried to set them free,
( h1 }! [5 T7 b+ u# d4 u0 E& s+ `They would not listen they're not listening still, # o ^5 }. d$ @, l0 @
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