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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; c5 b- ?8 x0 |+ J" i2 p! h/ q9 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. Q- K9 G' u: G3 ~/ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# B+ {2 l" h: a$ P0 h2 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 q) s- R" G! ] ~- P4 c5 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( \& f6 g7 t) q! Z/ S/ j
How you suffered for you sanity,
- f0 S! p0 Q9 R5 u) S& [8 rHow you tried to set them free, 2 X1 I* m4 \1 h# v: n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 G+ ^9 l" b6 B: Q3 v" {+ z) X& D: S& T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 r+ N- G3 C$ x8 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 b3 V. e7 V" D: _) M( {8 @% S2 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 _5 R. d9 u5 E% x& ^- s# Y
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, ; Q/ Z8 s0 Z' S- v7 E5 z6 t, T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) U7 X' E5 D, U: [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: c8 C& o7 O) Y; j5 N' gBut I could have told you, Vincent, / j) E p/ p' l+ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# m! i% _ Y+ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 f: R- O3 Z/ B! }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ d! K5 G( c3 |: AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 E- ]% y3 e$ K$ K' _0 w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, x T L- U- }) G, nHow you suffered for you sanity,0 ?# Q% R% T4 o* i, T4 `0 o
How you tried to set them free,
- j: M4 Y6 ^- OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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