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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( n8 @- u) @5 D! B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 Z7 q' ~& Q$ t7 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 p. r# C1 q2 R2 W6 v }, \8 k: Q* L8 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Z* p5 t! ^2 I7 ]. u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) U1 u) ~$ T$ V4 Z2 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
, d _4 {) c$ k2 @1 z6 O. Y4 T9 ?: SHow you tried to set them free, Q6 {" p+ }& }! u! p( | v/ N1 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 c: |. ~& Y3 A) NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# I9 O$ z& N& v: c+ U7 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* H) J* S3 R/ o5 F+ ^1 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& M& ?( J9 p$ z( S$ p' jWeathered 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, 9 N2 V: L2 z T# A6 w: h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & F- V7 P/ k. _, K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) |- U) N4 Q5 }; v- R7 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, + U$ S/ v5 M7 p# U% i3 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" Z/ g4 z0 m1 N' KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 E9 h K% o x- GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Y6 {" n1 \9 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 |0 ^$ n( a d* F8 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : S+ n( F) T; s6 h' ^6 K& b" `
How you suffered for you sanity,5 s* V" f. e" N' L
How you tried to set them free,
# Y0 N+ i* T: z( C9 E! sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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