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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ]! X) t( c' x3 ?( s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / m. w% [; S1 ~ f- k2 T. `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 `8 R" u7 n# R; _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) j8 p' j w2 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* m `; G" [+ F2 ^/ q" h
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 S% A! Z0 n: n( I1 F/ wHow you tried to set them free, 7 Y @ w/ N. |* B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ o& A: l; K |8 `1 M) aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, v" D' V) Y- Q/ k: g7 D# I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * X1 V7 b5 V& _9 O0 k; F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& O/ q" n' V( Y* ?% sWeathered 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, $ H5 M/ w, u' W1 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # J( H7 c. @% h- [7 m3 }' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # L& Q9 b' l( L. M% L" s5 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, " b1 V7 n" @. x: C$ L5 s* e, d5 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) \2 r8 }% U0 n$ q$ j% G6 r) LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' k6 u9 r$ k1 A" \: VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' o2 E3 Z/ j+ z! P6 c) ]. eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , T; m& }' u- H; E0 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + @# H# r0 K5 B% k" u
How you suffered for you sanity, N5 k. T* I1 V
How you tried to set them free,
& J/ ]* I7 M% bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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