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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ E1 O% f+ R5 I- Y) [" lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 |' Z+ a7 x6 e$ A8 U0 M7 \7 q/ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
I2 j( v( S$ E' {1 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / t9 \, _& j, P9 A# O. m+ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- ]+ T& Q! \% h& Q) V5 EHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 y/ r" N3 Q- z) h0 w
How you tried to set them free, 4 {6 q9 O3 r* n; p$ N5 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ], R% k9 y4 z4 s3 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " t' B( S. L# |5 l, c' L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% W2 [# E: ]' u; o: j7 e6 N. CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ^. y C' [. J' R7 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 [: P9 o. }& o* ~$ V- V4 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . J2 N7 w2 O$ t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 j4 Q6 g2 |( N" m9 q( G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% {9 _6 v F' Z! F$ {But I could have told you, Vincent,
% j# x: b8 W* o0 M2 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * z" S- l, H3 C$ E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* C, N; V5 M' p/ F; K9 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 x* m0 Y8 o4 G' T' }, h" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ~" p1 O1 x' c1 R/ Q# F% q: cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( P( h9 P9 v4 C1 ~/ ?! J
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 H. u3 a5 N. f* B; m5 h* iHow you tried to set them free,
" ~; N7 S8 ~; I) u+ X8 C; ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
% \& |5 w& m+ _; w$ n+ IPerhaps they never will. |
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