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3 Z7 c, {$ q1 c9 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ G: _- m# y* P) k* V6 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 t: R/ w3 N* D4 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' O; i7 I! M. C0 O0 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ?% k+ T6 b: S: i2 a% y, q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; P; N( H9 l0 g T& v: ~2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
% h4 q, ]2 j- J" l8 eHow you tried to set them free,
, A$ Z' g+ \4 T" S1 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& m: v" D0 Q( r" W% x2 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & {- X$ m; b# j' v8 G. w: N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! H$ `* @- C4 C+ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 A: w# h& r) Q a6 h( D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 X6 c0 U- W3 D. N3 z9 {' V2 y
! |& S0 k% g9 u5 T& ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 y% i3 F- I2 O, L1 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # M+ U! h: a5 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' }* F, n( l0 p G/ X P# {But I could have told you, Vincent,
. Y/ R+ o$ p( a* \+ ?# YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ u" \) n0 L& m' f }# X5 B u1 T. GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ e5 @- u$ ? yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 f9 V" ?' v( D w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 z8 l( i5 N% M s( c) oThe 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,
0 H. i4 ~, c+ xHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^0 q1 w+ A/ F; J! Y; N- H! o' KHow you tried to set them free, R; l# A! T0 u% G: \$ K
They would not listen they're not listening still, - R9 i8 S1 E( i
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