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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! y+ }- a0 p8 I. [# g; XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 I# C( f+ ^; n7 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) V9 O+ J8 z" ^' o- {4 `' LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ^8 b! I; c5 F! B+ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 w; V) M1 m& w! o, a2 A6 g7 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z! t: R6 z! ]- V1 a! aHow you tried to set them free,
( C# Q3 m( ~0 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . i+ t8 P: o0 s/ I2 E( _# I4 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 p+ }9 S. V) ^. V& \, o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 \- z; }( v; s( [# m1 l6 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! J- f. k W; A8 \2 _) R5 u4 H+ SWeathered 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,
9 ]' C7 e/ [9 t# y9 x/ w9 H" \: MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- w% } P r& ^- LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * H4 I) o# ?8 d6 M6 F( }2 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, # w$ |5 X' \* t8 |! A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- Z+ C9 K' h1 c: `, pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / _8 m; h6 S0 i4 f9 A5 x- u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' v K" m8 w* b' [4 Y8 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 H+ k* U* Q. t @1 t9 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 P, m# ^& {4 v9 \. ]3 n+ ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 F9 t9 | F2 k9 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 D1 Y5 {" |7 w0 b/ GHow you tried to set them free, $ H# {" m8 z# ]' J: |% Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ u6 {' ~. v. d. G% w9 u+ D- Z0 NPerhaps they never will. |
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