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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& p1 v; a; g$ Q& }9 O% ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / s6 U1 q3 e, a' W5 ? r* }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* B6 l4 B! Y7 s; G- \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# `0 d: @1 _1 ^8 Q/ m( RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 t, r6 z$ n9 V3 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ H7 q- S, m9 z, \7 u6 OHow you tried to set them free, 4 |& Q. Q1 ?! [4 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # v$ Y* F) K$ |" [$ W3 u! d6 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 [2 \! k1 d( h; ?5 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' B: t& V, r- N+ F' p3 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 \/ j' a) A+ MWeathered 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,
+ x( Y0 \) v3 p( ?5 Q' EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & l- D8 \. l O) K: ^8 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 K, ~% c3 r2 t2 {" S0 l8 V$ oBut I could have told you, Vincent, \& y' @2 m' ^( `( u* W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 d6 f$ q, V$ F( x1 E2 h; P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & g9 k9 Q3 `3 m) _' a2 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( x& h; P( h1 \% p; R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ O E* h. R+ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 K- C- s' `. @, \4 _, k+ B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * ^# N7 |- t, k6 V; o
How you suffered for you sanity,* Q9 a9 `4 @, T x @3 h4 [8 H
How you tried to set them free,
7 R$ r) c. S4 C$ |3 D2 w7 p* XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. ~- V: ~# |( ]# h! {: P# E8 T: yPerhaps they never will. |
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