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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " K+ W- n; g0 E2 L3 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- C6 `4 _ g9 [; F' y J EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* t% d9 R7 Y6 E- T0 [' N. P4 h% dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
A ?* x. |1 X' H, xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& c1 G' [2 \/ l8 t( P6 M! A8 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 e7 I) w" [' y1 {How you tried to set them free, 0 W' x' y) s; O9 O# R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " x. T7 M; y w8 @: q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " t+ ~. w; t8 }" ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" m: l( ^2 y2 A4 }! g7 E1 P0 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% [9 ~7 |8 j/ v0 s9 n g8 HWeathered 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, 6 e5 h) B! y+ L/ n# @$ |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 }: ]! u* G' D1 Z) F% D; D1 |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [) [" o l' K& b1 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 L' o- s1 z% s% n/ d, W& C& A, cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: w4 z- M8 Q8 l# XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 P" W G6 h% ]1 C& ?: Q9 y! ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 G3 Q1 w. k, [ R5 |0 V0 x4 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % Q$ y3 |' X# h) J
1 o1 v8 l. L7 ^$ o% w, mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ T; o( E: F( O/ m% v
How you suffered for you sanity,
# B6 S, x! H* A2 l! [( DHow you tried to set them free, % W6 H1 F+ C5 U5 t M5 f( I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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