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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - [( O$ `, o! K) T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, T) N+ w {4 L9 E* i: j+ n1 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ H/ R6 i. h6 ~# E. Z5 B" w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 V8 ~. s0 W" J' W5 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' \' w) h7 b( j. i, h' K j, p1 RHow you suffered for you sanity, & u, Y0 {0 C2 R( s+ j
How you tried to set them free,
0 a1 ?6 U8 y) w* y1 P$ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 P' |2 J# S3 Z1 O1 U: m" K9 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - E4 O8 W. }0 h: P7 T7 m/ q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 D# t0 F+ p$ F5 M0 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, l3 |- I" ^1 v9 b7 bWeathered 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,
) J1 y- w1 _& Z0 G$ J3 I5 S# dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# y( W9 u1 L6 a o5 i/ \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# W& H8 f* {9 d# J, }% jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# s; G9 B1 u6 U2 F& [, m0 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ h! C; J) N& e" A- S5 ~7 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 `% P: n, F3 i( p L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ^+ v6 n! c D- x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # q9 F1 A- \2 D$ ]1 l) j( t- ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Y/ _% G' R# d! X" c8 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & M8 C* v; `, K+ d
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 q5 b9 Y1 V! ~How you tried to set them free, 5 @# G, t0 }( a# Q& \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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