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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : T" i6 a* j; B" D6 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : O, w- D4 N! D4 \3 \9 u" t: P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ?% _$ g. I: ~2 [% _9 n' E5 ?1 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 h- r# G+ T- D4 ]0 P: y) z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ l5 P4 k! S0 a7 Y: I
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ]; c% Y- C2 x
How you tried to set them free,
1 b7 b8 a- Z+ C' jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( I8 a) a2 x6 N2 C- e" HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % e0 T$ w( D) f( |9 v9 G+ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 J7 U2 Y( q7 R& I, I: a/ H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 O8 J$ B3 W0 x5 ~# H, p) u# uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 Z0 C1 ~8 _ H) g0 O$ L/ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, E0 J& u ? \4 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J5 e: y* N) q3 h4 l3 N* R3 R# N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ x. C5 P# P2 d$ C: ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 G+ R0 J: {0 n3 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% f* H2 A5 l. r: v4 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 |$ N5 v }9 f$ j, O, }3 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 E" n, r; Y8 U1 {7 ?# J: P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 t" B4 ~ l) g" Q9 P9 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ d% |' s7 W T3 X6 u9 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 b! C9 I) ~$ S. l# S/ K1 vHow you suffered for you sanity,7 O' h u9 z8 O7 a2 e2 o( _
How you tried to set them free, 2 J8 P4 f1 o N) X5 }# z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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