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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ]4 q7 s c% [; R" j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( M! R7 ~; Q0 ~% d6 ~& t! F5 j% V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 q4 P' H" M! D* o4 R2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ F* S; {8 C# s1 B& f% v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 r4 I4 |9 Q6 lHow you suffered for you sanity, ' h# z3 c# C6 O, ?, Y! I) E+ \6 V4 i
How you tried to set them free,
, R& _3 S( z, ~' r+ h4 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' R* N2 Z1 b2 \9 K* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
k# S2 D8 s; K% aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, I/ o/ P+ W) M0 U0 Y0 M8 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , c+ ]2 n2 J3 F' B2 \0 i4 a; v$ {4 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 b! l- [8 X+ A6 f0 j/ Y+ F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 X7 E$ R# M$ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : I' ?5 s. F5 w- Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. U( `2 ~4 M/ OBut I could have told you, Vincent, . }. o) f$ D9 i! B5 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ?- `! V7 P: f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 q0 s" i3 X; M4 S' b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& B! X. R* o4 w1 M$ ]0 ?5 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ P0 T# u: M n$ \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 G' M# v/ L( G. O. h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* f8 t& r! `2 L3 E( C* H% @How you suffered for you sanity,
% S/ @3 d- `4 }$ c7 Y( q- YHow you tried to set them free, & |/ H$ L; [6 p3 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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