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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : {9 Y0 q1 U; L E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' s; ^) H ^& p# T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 g; P0 u1 s; }% ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 A) S$ L% A# fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 a a6 R% A, a# uHow you suffered for you sanity, - J. f: n/ O4 {4 V5 u
How you tried to set them free,
7 N% u9 o+ S, G2 f* uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ g- n5 I$ t2 O) F$ p' WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " d( ]+ O, I3 C# l* S2 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" d9 a! I9 [% S9 G6 \+ {, JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ?* S8 t0 f( @/ a) w1 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" F i1 R9 }/ Y1 I; D4 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 m+ g' ~3 i% z9 Y3 f) v* J, v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 o, `& h/ E3 g1 w4 R( oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ] L9 h5 J; e/ R8 S+ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 u* Y; j$ q5 X" J' z7 v6 g# R/ l' I0 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 t- h$ }" I2 d! L2 k& P) m5 r+ m
% p% @1 m y; o! C) eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 N# Q& @- }; l) _% V7 V8 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: |3 H* F0 y; R/ \* k& n# }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 P) E) x7 ]$ Q& s; a1 l6 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # f, Z) e- ]# |8 L* a& B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 l8 ?' @8 F4 y1 }" D. c3 K; @How you suffered for you sanity,( e. a. h& B3 S, h& p" [
How you tried to set them free, , B0 j) a+ f5 ]; K- n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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