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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ _7 h2 d. d6 q# E% ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & U$ E( I/ A5 X4 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! V' H) S5 I( \/ X9 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 J' q4 t8 O# E3 p& e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," J0 F" d& S) {; [' i) r8 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ | ~! F( h5 F/ F$ H& H1 J9 t! s, DHow you tried to set them free,
# c3 s: c* ]9 E. LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 G8 T7 I' a, x1 f! n) S) uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 i9 P, M% t3 F: S: z* s9 o) q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# s6 t5 i4 t: P0 g% R8 i$ FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 U8 D4 m3 f* [2 D3 n9 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # @+ O1 ]7 |( d1 a
% g3 N z1 L/ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% c3 d$ B5 f, J; n2 K+ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . T3 Q& S6 \" t3 T; D+ L n! g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! D }( @' l0 z- _+ _But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 x Q% b4 ~ s8 ^& ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- C8 |* T4 S3 f" YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 S: c# p) f5 w; `' l+ u: ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, g6 {( ]5 w: i+ H$ v3 i" S: q, bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 A% P, k. ?- z8 u5 E7 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 w1 y B/ l; q% ]$ {' n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / C" L z3 L; Y2 M9 w- g
How you suffered for you sanity,! }9 m8 T, t. |$ k* [0 o/ ^
How you tried to set them free, w- V& W( P& S+ p3 {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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