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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # `; S4 w1 m. }& B, W3 R [- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! X0 Q3 Q5 m, }# v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ B6 a" c1 h- R% M; Q! e$ J6 D" m) @0 g: K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Q( d% K. Z& H0 F3 y) w4 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& N! }9 [. _/ g) \# M2 F+ CHow you suffered for you sanity, & z; F' E; C, _3 t- _
How you tried to set them free,
, D6 W. K8 G, [3 o) pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |+ R8 \( a( i& F2 b! a% U Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + y. C/ Z' D, D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 i; y7 N$ R$ m: _4 S; d# |# y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- M, m% w4 P4 T0 `6 J; MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( K2 q: z2 |7 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- `" l, k7 \ I' |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 x1 U; M8 R5 a4 F6 B2 m9 W3 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 y4 m( ~5 j: Q: Q" S7 k9 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! C9 ~+ @# w- [2 L* L/ e* JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 o2 }0 |9 \1 A6 u) M4 g
! v; @& k( {" f# V! A, w$ e. WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % d* Q9 ~) Y: Q0 \( i7 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 t! w G2 ? [ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : Z! I- n& @0 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + E/ W8 N Q9 a( r/ u$ C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; L6 w9 p9 z/ E: T) Z. j: lHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 y0 l# M8 f" |' h& o; W4 E" |How you tried to set them free, 5 ^2 u3 E9 e2 Z, q: S! u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ b+ f" O! h. m5 o7 K& D% `8 WPerhaps they never will. |
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