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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 p3 w9 A3 O$ L5 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" g6 Z# I: i: f! R2 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 G Q9 W) Q; m0 i/ E* A* ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * m0 D% `) x2 p3 {( T0 ]7 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: H% l3 e C; V1 ^4 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
% s- {' _! w; J) |How you tried to set them free, 4 s8 l7 W" f* `- s2 p; g! q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . V. i& v$ @" {8 `$ w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " f. c& u3 N4 M( ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, s) l& F, P7 F3 n8 a9 `. l4 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 _1 G) Z+ O( O" r* L1 S- n* OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 q# k- |' C% d9 X
: e$ Z: j( t1 l9 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( j( r4 y3 B4 g3 M$ }% y9 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ {( [ R; _+ ? ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) q7 q3 g; H/ N3 k0 D7 y& P2 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; |9 l0 c% H7 b6 k, w6 N1 d8 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / l9 r+ |" ]' V" k5 T+ ]* Z4 ^: D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ?- W& H. n9 m) o1 m, `: qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ?2 @9 A1 l# O. Y+ a& g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - p' R4 x& E Q4 X. t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + i. L+ ]" v, c2 }2 U
3 g3 @1 f7 C& m) \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " k: j8 N5 i0 D) @
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ Z9 e& ^5 O" M" l' GHow you tried to set them free, * V! U. O4 e, G9 l" v3 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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