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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( E) s$ b2 ^+ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 \) R; x7 O$ t ]" I) w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Z2 i: _+ s; i& q+ e! sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! q+ x# I% \+ e2 A" tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! N9 A* }9 e9 M1 H; B7 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, / ^9 P) j% A: g) m8 s
How you tried to set them free,
; Y( G! q' }, {- G4 R" dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ {! m, B( o2 h% ]) HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' F6 N% c, m# j( f9 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 l0 i, ?& N0 y; i; C5 [" }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 L7 u8 E) _5 v$ X6 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. z2 P: k3 S& O4 B3 |/ k9 k5 v% F. [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % J* M6 J) H$ o& h+ k3 b) b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # V" C9 P: {' a0 Y! ]( o9 A# |/ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 [3 q4 B: e' }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 j7 e, P! r3 e3 T5 {$ Q$ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) i3 J: M: T5 @1 V3 d. q5 M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' {# V3 Q( s ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # C5 J# D. D- D$ Z0 \' F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 u6 T4 ~9 D4 |( HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) I6 p/ \6 y5 P5 P, f% dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * a' m, ~, d9 M/ R* ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 A! \9 P, F* r$ T5 p9 z' P6 _How you tried to set them free, ) s( ?7 {, s8 h# X% S+ x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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