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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ i6 l8 r- H8 m9 V% r2 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 {2 S# z4 F! k& h yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: }1 y$ P$ Q- y/ H9 W9 G* J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ^# {* [3 ~4 L) c$ q( Q M: n, [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 a3 L7 \. q9 p# A4 _+ WHow you suffered for you sanity, ( {, f. i7 q1 |
How you tried to set them free, % x6 u, ], _& n$ ]3 g2 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ c7 n1 T, l* E% p( u, AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" x8 V5 v6 `1 R" lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 n& U; v0 d8 @' T3 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ S2 K3 H: N: @) YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# x' k+ _& N- \) {8 o9 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 f+ G/ E/ t, c( A* rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# L5 }( S4 c8 R4 J& T6 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; L) {' |* _6 f+ _But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 A/ ^1 C% Q" I0 M4 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 c5 u8 D5 Q/ @* D0 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 b, E, F' r3 v6 `. LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& p! b3 F! i) V$ hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 u, |# K l6 l3 W6 L* `3 E$ w1 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 P8 V3 ]3 L, }+ f) O7 D5 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / P/ O4 W' t. D# V$ g. C' G
How you suffered for you sanity,6 c, B v: R2 n, x }! D
How you tried to set them free, 0 B: ~/ @8 Y5 N+ A/ V! B! b+ L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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