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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # ?, L# U* B+ h5 y b! c$ L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & m$ m: j6 Q& [, ^2 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 g, j6 T2 ]/ r. z y u! T' h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , H8 l0 y( y9 d4 F- N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 W2 x( A) W# }7 ?/ I% f) ~# C9 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ G4 c0 K; p5 O$ A9 z- IHow you tried to set them free, 1 ^4 z* n( R8 S- N6 u6 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 V' B* y* d* L6 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 d- G0 @; e+ U( S5 j" s; \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; F+ ]1 h/ y( v2 W& |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , M' F6 Z' b8 k5 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. I9 x, v; T7 R; MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ `* z" _- C- n1 H ^4 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 z$ w8 T: z$ Y* V0 C% NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" L' m8 l$ x% J* N( l5 }- |7 Q! E" OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 X3 _0 `% n" Q8 [% j5 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 u9 y: y' s, I7 H6 G& `3 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . f: O4 \, F0 V5 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ O: O6 e7 V6 v6 G" K4 h# x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 ~9 A6 o8 w8 z6 [: ^% Z6 \$ H- t- G1 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 n. v' n* g. W. V) i" X6 T) M
How you suffered for you sanity,! @1 H r- W' a" X; K
How you tried to set them free, " _1 A+ |+ j/ @, R" G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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