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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ?) _2 k, H+ J) ^' HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 X0 W7 \, G# I' J' {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ g7 ]5 [. J2 v+ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# w( f4 M& i3 ~/ S2 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# v) O) ^( o' e: }# m
How you suffered for you sanity, ' T3 T% P0 N: E) D1 a! A0 p
How you tried to set them free, 1 p6 t! m& m% ^. H1 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! {9 Y3 j1 I" F- \, g7 r8 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% d, V. v @/ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! D$ J" ~" B* SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' D' b0 s) f( j) J3 z4 t; A6 y; \: A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; I$ S3 C! N3 T. Y+ [" @3 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ f: T, \$ M5 | Q2 B0 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 G" ?4 S# I" s4 l$ p K. {You took your life as lovers ofter do, " ]2 W5 p- ?8 {9 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 C' o; g) ]. ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 T# h2 r/ S+ _8 L) ?- DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. Y( d( y+ `8 \' v& zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 f0 j9 d! u$ _* y0 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / e, d; f$ ~3 x! j# E- Y$ P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % P# o( Q4 F5 A. L3 ?& _8 ]5 S @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% |0 f T8 ^! ~* c' W1 nHow you suffered for you sanity,- x. E: K f) _ {
How you tried to set them free,
# O* G% S, [; L+ HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
|- r* y5 H/ d+ v# K# ~% p0 UPerhaps they never will. |
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