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# \3 _7 v+ h0 [2 ~ Z, H# g/ HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 {( ]/ b% T0 m4 B& ~3 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , z9 a+ r4 ?5 k' E4 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. d4 }0 v/ _+ G, w' gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! R y2 h) v9 t/ P; K1 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 o( w" D r# f5 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ P. e: c; G( iHow you tried to set them free, # t) _# Y3 _. C9 e6 }1 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 D- R: X5 K! O& n+ o: `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: X3 O/ h- G: v# T3 w: o* u2 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * D1 F1 H+ _, y' z* w0 T" n+ u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 e8 A0 E8 {& j# r. ?; B
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,
% Z$ r9 ?$ E) w/ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # g9 T% N! F" \# h# G( m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! k t8 J" W% P4 w+ O1 @5 [But I could have told you, Vincent, ! o$ A- {' B& J `& ^" z2 ?+ q7 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
H) I7 Q1 G" T/ O9 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 F3 I* J- i8 f0 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
m( j( L( T! g$ a7 D) i: ]8 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. T! P9 k2 }7 }& G' ]: l. p
0 g }& m$ [8 m8 P9 J: YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) K* x# W* s* E/ w
How you suffered for you sanity,, R M# G1 j9 ~; t+ V
How you tried to set them free, ! s. Q" [ S8 @; Z1 _, O+ E9 Q8 {# H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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