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0 W2 @8 b: l; a; P$ G: _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; U, ]7 S" D+ o( M1 D! jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! d- e) c' a* l( V _% S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
H8 v$ p( X# I! e/ S( J" Z5 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # q* ]$ b+ ?4 R; e' |) T, V4 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; C) V V) M \' jHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Y; Y* X- a7 F. S+ X. l$ l" P0 bHow you tried to set them free, 1 y- R5 D. t0 `6 E0 u: v4 B; b8 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' n- s4 c. x( ^* u$ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' h7 N& x; E6 F( u3 n) d {* JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; z- d+ o" n9 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 F4 Q! q8 p# U) OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : y( B4 M) k, \: |+ C2 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! o. }, H6 t7 E$ \1 D# K5 E4 E* WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 q: i+ e4 Y5 ?* q- t- n! g* A( VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( V+ k- p2 q$ N% w$ N+ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, : {& W( R- j; e! S h* `. I7 b; b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + I- Q& I5 m7 d* p" ^" C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 K [% F9 {5 U, n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ~& _- x8 b( jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , @( p0 k+ Z- X; \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 P( A9 {3 H' K! h) H: G& uHow you suffered for you sanity," \* g/ r! Q4 L8 ^; j. N
How you tried to set them free, , f; |' r! y2 s4 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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