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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 Z$ ?. x3 v( \ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! H% ]' Q0 G/ a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& g) f1 @ @* M% ]& g; I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 f2 h1 x4 ^4 y& l: sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! f6 I' G, n4 p2 y2 I( A! Y: DHow you suffered for you sanity,
' |. m, p# `. [How you tried to set them free,
# E, @- r& \( b0 K: QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; r4 E2 S# ]# M: x" E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# x# G, j; v6 ~: f7 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 F! t- I4 E$ [# c) i4 ~7 e8 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 E! Y6 ^1 Q9 q; @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,
* \* p8 @4 [. H# B/ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # B7 o9 t; f9 B) r/ h7 A# s# I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : v' `/ g3 C/ T* v# f/ p
But I could have told you, Vincent, # ]! Q3 L9 ?8 S! B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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I+ |; r% Z$ J7 D+ W- e* e. SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' P% i! Y- o1 W$ L$ x/ G$ f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : k. h+ `0 [8 p9 ]/ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : Q# F" i. T* c& w( n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" H& f1 R' O* }, S5 U# eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 @ o- r# |& V7 p3 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,0 U8 Q: A+ l3 H6 S, x4 m( h
How you tried to set them free, 7 X+ }8 a6 [: R2 h6 `( t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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