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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# f1 ?8 U; a/ ^, b9 Q" ]: |4 N- u% ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 k4 |1 q) r; S' Z3 m/ F" j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 y6 Q7 A5 o4 H9 ~! w' q( oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % |, m" n1 V, x: _ f2 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ N/ f1 `8 k8 b8 e' R9 I pHow you suffered for you sanity,
" }- {& g' F2 b- gHow you tried to set them free,
8 X/ ~( b: b' \5 |% `9 [5 u$ tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! g+ H8 R! `+ F. n) Q" X8 b# `. F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 @, ?3 O- i# |' ?$ Y& I f: uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ E4 C% f5 c+ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
e8 E3 F3 g/ x, j& R6 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & }+ w: F2 M& B5 X* E5 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Z4 I# c b: W" T6 ?1 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( s( s+ S: f4 n* `& B ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( o/ M1 w2 E% i. a0 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, . m" Z w4 h; F! S( \2 j+ _1 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 U0 B* c5 ?3 j4 n6 y& o2 Q
0 b4 q9 k' k. H) o# V7 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 X, w$ x) [- x n, w, IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- r- }& c K5 G9 [" yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" `) C, N; L+ n Z0 J3 S# w0 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + G! s- Q: P l; i0 m. v" _
3 W# A5 r; ^, m3 [: xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 g7 j5 K; U" D. f) @- H$ O
How you suffered for you sanity,' g/ g0 O5 U6 N) f7 j! i2 W) o. \1 l
How you tried to set them free,
( c/ m! t7 k5 a, pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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