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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 R C P9 ?* r0 Y6 w7 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ ~: n+ d9 D3 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 m; \! a3 e, @; W5 [+ r; Y( a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 h( ^: q. `. }% _5 u. q, N) A% n+ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% r0 s8 e% v9 q8 }) C6 V5 G) zHow you suffered for you sanity,
) R8 [- U" {- d- e# nHow you tried to set them free, 3 F7 `. }: _, I: i5 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 n$ A0 f5 I9 w" }( X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * c4 v4 ]% `* k9 R" U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 m% r* a/ k8 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 m Q/ A6 o* i2 r) {' ~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, $ b, ?! Z# B5 F6 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* N1 W6 t# b( c4 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, N* i- D [2 u! _7 e: p/ TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- u- N4 Z6 I7 S- i. B& eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / T1 c) K9 y" _4 ?) n1 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; d) i, V3 g% h; F1 ?6 i6 n6 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! G2 Y4 y& U; I7 S# p' YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 M; I1 H1 e6 y7 @2 G. x; ` S
4 {7 {( ?3 I( K5 q# n& j2 M$ k% \3 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: W) j4 ^. v; L$ B1 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ `9 R: R- U# ~: KHow you tried to set them free, + d& h2 k. V+ T" B d9 N8 v2 M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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