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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ n& r/ D. ]0 _ VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- P y- Q7 n, H2 `8 j, JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Y" H! P, q7 Z9 [9 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # N h; p$ d6 H8 p* ?4 C- ]) `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 F5 B: z& t! m$ w9 V/ ]( O3 y$ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
" m3 b2 S% q+ ?( t: h! @6 oHow you tried to set them free, 2 O* z8 N* `4 R9 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / j" y7 I6 l+ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* \1 O7 s* T, y2 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 J- ^2 M4 j5 `( l6 ?8 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " f- h" Z5 {8 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! @0 a% E5 j" U9 y' s. _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / G5 m5 A: P V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 f' z' ]5 A3 C5 Q; NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ~9 U8 n0 L: M, j, s9 g: T) ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 ~( U$ z' K( W) g: c+ T+ z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ Y+ \' w/ v$ B H" aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! J2 x8 m3 w- f, Y! y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' n; k4 D) w& S' `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 o, q) L9 n+ z/ C1 o0 l& `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 ]0 P5 {) Y/ b) _3 ? G& Q
How you suffered for you sanity,3 ^9 k& {, Z; W; [8 H7 O
How you tried to set them free,
: ^$ E) s \# ^0 Z9 p4 |/ BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# H3 n6 a, x* D( y8 [: xPerhaps they never will. |
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