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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `* Z* b9 i2 M5 n& ]; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; u8 K' H+ N$ r" g& ?9 d* h" {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 d# h% D' d. _# h2 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " n# b9 {1 Q7 {8 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, e( u0 ?5 H) \3 }1 U' X9 ~2 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ o: ?- ~5 f! a* S! N" }! U BHow you tried to set them free, ) }1 d3 j7 Q( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 {8 u0 ?' w t2 u9 e& m; D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 @5 f1 S. ^7 m1 [( x7 Z4 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" u9 B" c' K, K" K: g+ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ R/ q6 {5 x. M& J: @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 F% `% b4 `: r( {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & f4 ?! \! {8 f& w+ B; H! v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Q+ n( p \1 y9 Z& Y# I/ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- x4 O* q4 ~+ G1 k0 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 G9 v3 u6 q3 ^3 x iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( ^" j) s1 H2 |/ K8 X* k N @
$ [3 e5 l; g$ o7 U4 O" |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 u! p2 t8 o5 v7 B' B& z2 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ T0 F9 ?7 w+ r9 S5 _1 j6 v* v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 C; g* U3 t( G0 ^& e* cThe 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,
' z3 ], W6 V1 g M w' fHow you suffered for you sanity,
" x0 m9 _9 w3 p$ t5 g* n& d4 fHow you tried to set them free, # b2 ^/ s. ^- i4 ?' E, f& o) k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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