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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * q- u. {9 \1 J0 s: j/ L1 }5 b& S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 f4 P9 d/ e8 m" L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- q9 P- y& }5 W9 T: j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . v0 ~3 v. M5 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 y/ ~2 E5 V- v% Y9 V$ }- JHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ g& h+ x6 _; }: h# kHow you tried to set them free, C9 g t) F, _. E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ l4 w ]8 U5 Q7 l. P. q" |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : M# g9 W1 r N, B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- }+ ^# a- {( [( ]/ u8 _ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 m( }4 Q& m: c- x& b% s/ N i* U: r
Weathered 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, - {* Z1 q0 ]1 { e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ G Y. E+ J1 d4 m* F T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ l+ Y! O: O! K+ W/ L' l2 g: N* yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 ]+ R2 }( z% q+ o% P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - g: y0 d! s c, G9 D! E G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 a' o9 o3 K! x+ |4 s$ uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i( A) S: ]9 U0 B, [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ W" A4 F, }5 M! C# Y$ zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- b2 T$ K7 ?; v% [5 y* \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + a- [- W/ t* g
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 l& X7 B2 M" M* q9 Z' \How you tried to set them free, 9 m4 _! T$ y, P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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