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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) j; ]4 @$ r% g3 B' \6 X( { M7 t# OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 {1 Q5 U3 \' L6 K$ A9 ^2 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 {% {" ^% x0 u5 J/ c. P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 c, r7 m8 _9 v0 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ H! J5 \6 s" l8 L9 A& H( z% T
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 N7 {. m) U+ ~9 C
How you tried to set them free,
, q2 F; l s7 ], {, y0 G( ^; ^7 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ c' ] |+ @, y/ J8 ~5 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - u7 h/ X9 E9 D# [/ ~! `! d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- p4 n# H. J4 }& _, A4 X! ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ K& w: e" C: K% u AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( A% o+ I! g% H" j9 l4 h6 ?
$ G0 Y! G+ h( e4 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& c5 Q' z) [. \) d1 ^# ~+ m: ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * G% x( {' B9 a- _. |% R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 g! @& l' E7 x. d5 w4 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! n; I7 Q3 \/ Z" r0 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - z* ~9 C' C, P8 E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) Z5 h1 O: R. \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 l! o/ K0 F S. F% \* ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # s: z- k- x! ]4 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 a, V6 i1 S) x* U7 g6 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( n Q& \; p: s/ a& n9 C+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 V. f5 h0 Q# U1 ZHow you tried to set them free, 7 t ?5 C6 Z* ?8 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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