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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; d5 ^4 V) B+ M5 x# n# L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Q1 E2 h d ]! Z# [4 V1 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( Y( J2 A$ \ X8 f. d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & B; ?) @5 [! f% O' x8 a; D3 g2 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; e6 ]( ]9 P) j7 s6 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ n B0 d# `/ _, I0 kHow you tried to set them free,
0 s4 `& V) V6 _/ o8 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
{ y1 {( ]% g3 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 ? ~' d% P! z- v' eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . z3 |) e) n/ g$ V! d# F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' P* v9 c. @6 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 G$ U# B- @ r/ W8 t' H: x. a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# u% }$ G! t. M0 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# [( E) F# h7 ]: sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 M' |- ]/ y$ m9 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, , Z; c' Z. S/ P: Z' t; l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- o" q3 ~7 ]: G9 X( U6 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) P' M- Z2 X3 A$ G: U uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # R0 J+ a/ _8 p. h( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" D3 J. _8 h8 P" f5 d& qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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E# Z) g# B h: s$ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : t0 j0 ?2 r& v0 @9 i9 ^) c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 p- g3 y. k, P! \5 _3 }How you tried to set them free, ( A% M9 B! |' r; g+ w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 I, [* \: I& \4 S* F8 QPerhaps they never will. |
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