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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 i4 {+ h" V4 y; r$ C. Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# v9 c- S3 L2 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 O! N6 C4 \8 j' F1 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 q6 L+ E4 b' D8 i: {+ N a! E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: X$ G" ?' n( e8 w! l4 ]3 g; @ M% z
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 A! V( a9 V% N( q, h
How you tried to set them free, 9 B" x* o) D# A8 L3 v/ V) y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 N( t h5 g0 u f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 j* \9 K# S. m- d) h3 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 W- R7 k* g2 n- |3 m4 h$ v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) N5 ?& M, J2 w o& }! W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ I5 x+ B9 m: w- X/ k& S1 ~! xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ^$ X# o( N4 j* F) LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 [* X3 {0 ], oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; L- j" r H# Y _, a, s2 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% }! M0 v" s" h$ C4 i5 r* y# AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 E& }# R( a) A c) PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; W0 R7 n# U2 ]0 o$ F+ \9 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 P& C- w6 v0 n" W* HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, s/ E6 B O, J/ y3 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% `! z; a4 E C4 \" v; s0 Y' |How you suffered for you sanity,) \, X# t& O' s$ l! @0 g/ F
How you tried to set them free, & p* d* o3 g/ v+ f4 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 `! q. t5 m- f1 e; b6 E' |) q' qPerhaps they never will. |
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