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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" P$ m$ G% @9 O8 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . \' K* |: F; D7 p; n2 y8 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 \% [6 H9 H+ c0 Z4 e+ m: \4 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- A( F) O: z9 I7 l% |+ ]# F+ sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- T0 S" V3 @* Z7 x2 h7 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 F4 i S1 G" LHow you tried to set them free, ; }. a$ N, e0 e1 c$ z1 L& o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * w/ F! w# V+ m, E. g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 o6 ]; d" f9 E# h7 S) U$ ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* J; X1 T+ P* Y0 l0 R7 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ?6 X- l$ ]# t% XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 G. J+ w& R3 D6 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ]$ G1 K3 C/ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 |4 R* k$ g( k2 d2 L3 k2 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 G/ E U7 ]* v! n" C/ ~' K! N$ {
But I could have told you, Vincent, & d& D3 f& H1 T# Q& R L2 y e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& A$ S5 l* t1 K6 e' z, Y9 b0 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ w b. x7 G& Y h$ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& Q% ]- w5 e( H0 r7 q0 s# L8 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + @4 @1 ?7 v% b1 V: H. S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' i! o. Y# F8 r6 a R
How you suffered for you sanity,! I' o7 J8 Q' b
How you tried to set them free,
; m( h+ y7 `+ k, GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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