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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 X7 J' l& F5 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( U8 E" ^6 W& z7 P$ U- n7 ^" @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# E: c4 t7 `( bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / H! q. \1 g# k! B: f) q/ V) }1 T& S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u, O4 Q( k ], h; H8 P
How you suffered for you sanity, " ^6 Y$ ~" K l" z2 \! o/ u
How you tried to set them free,
0 ~+ b7 e# d! G( @6 g0 {. G, Z, nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ R) [2 D0 m4 Z2 @2 Y! F$ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 C$ @ p) P# }: V" c6 \' Z$ |' JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ ?* x$ o8 [+ a1 M u+ T! r! JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 D' { x/ S8 p kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % O* h8 @2 w& A* D2 ?
# B2 c( S' F" T" XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- S8 w( a) h/ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , R* i, ^- G/ v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 w6 I: y" ?7 v/ GBut I could have told you, Vincent, . [7 ~" U6 o6 q1 j! l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' j% o5 J$ B. u, h- e# a% j F0 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ v* K0 [+ Y1 ^ c1 t: @' L# ]3 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: D- D( B. E) b7 y7 y( a* t/ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : a3 Q/ Y, `, b; \9 X& W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . R a+ M4 W& `# y' p5 Y1 J& x/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 A! o/ d' N$ [2 mHow you tried to set them free, . ]; C9 {; a B! I" D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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