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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# _8 e- ^+ v, p9 i. `4 k3 A4 `6 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ^5 c: w9 Z9 {* i6 o* f5 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 F6 ~5 K% p/ X+ e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! K# q6 r. T) q2 P0 c: M) SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ F5 {, w& ~5 F0 W# I( C X: XHow you suffered for you sanity, ; j" S& K9 ^5 N4 y, w
How you tried to set them free,
7 ]2 G+ a K4 u8 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 J7 _2 J3 A+ l- [( L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! d6 q$ X1 _+ i m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 {$ |( f) P) o0 G" L/ ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : G4 }! p- B" w, T& G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 S* d7 U+ [: `. w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, \: @" a! n x! b( M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 g( h: t8 ^# t/ wBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) c+ ]: A/ }* ~; P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # q. W5 @2 Z- i! d j& D3 x, l
5 ~* E9 J8 h4 p$ G4 M# |, tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Q# L' }/ i" o# C2 ` H5 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 {7 y. r$ a) t9 V s9 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. _" @( j* ]9 b- O0 x4 k: b! g6 T0 {4 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % w1 S# Y* A) h1 V) {4 m' S$ M, t/ g
) `6 C5 e8 U4 P$ }6 j% pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- \, ?2 Z8 Z v2 {/ S1 J$ V( R$ [How you suffered for you sanity,; Z: J& _$ o% O% s
How you tried to set them free, + u$ g9 d# h- }. J* B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( \, S3 S; @8 |* qPerhaps they never will. |
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